#i rushed the coloring hhhh

[sea-lanterns]

Hello Angey! I'm back to invade your asks with my silly art. Idk if you remember me from your ptn blog but this is the second time I'm sharing my stupid doodles to you. And this time its Lifeguard! Navia :D

I got carried away and fully colored this, it's kind of messy though since i kind of rushed it a little but enjoy!

I SPOKE TOO SOON. SOMEONE ALREADY DREW ME LIFEGUARD NAVIA ART. WHAT?? 😭

MY OVARIES— OUGH I CANT STAND….

Yk, Navia with her hair up kinda looks like Jean tbh…since Jean is also a lifeguard from my rlly old lifeguard fic, imagine people mix them up and think they’re twins or something…

Hhhh I wanna blow Navia’s whistle 😍

[inu-jiru]

Completely forgot I was posting my Stella Week art here, so here's the last three ^^

Day 5 is Alternate Form, so I picked a future scene in The Hunger Series involving Stella and Octavia in Hellhound form. I rushed that piece admittedly since I was late by a day, so I'm not the biggest fans of the designs, but I think I was able to get close to my vision for them. I was aiming for a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel for Stella, and a Poodle-Spaniel mix for Octavia (If I drew Stolas, he'd be a Poodle).

Day 6 is Alternative Clothes. Stella's outfit is supposed to give off templar knight vibes, but, of course, bearing Lucifer's symbol instead of a cross. The symbol is what Lucifer uses in my AU, and that middle part with the spots is supposed to be a stylized pomegranate (I'm using that instead of apples as the forbidden fruit in my AU).

Finally, Day 7 is Tea Party, and I wanted to do something cute with Stella and Octavia. This was the day I realized that I was using the wrong color for Stella's eyes in my other pieces, but by that point, it was too late hhhh. I'm one of those people who see Stella as having some sort of eating disorder and body image issues, something she struggles to avoid inflicting on Via. Stella's not perfect, but she wants to do better than her own mother.

Admittedly, this week's gotten me into writing again so MAYBE I can finish this next chapter ^^

[dib-thing-wannabe]

A mishap in the night.

Its around three in the morning, and George and Harold are sleeping peacefully.

George, all of the sudden, wakes up in a daze. Harold was sleeping next to him, so the sudden movement woke him up as well.

"Hhhh.... George? What happened?"

George didn't answer, he was trying to figure out something that was happening to him.

"George?"

Suddenly, he jumps out of the bed and rushes to his house.

"George!"

He follows George, there has to be a reason he woke up and ran, even if it's simple.

Is he okay? Is this another side effect or did something happen to him? Is he just checking on something due to a nightmare?

As he was thinking about what could have caused this, barfing noises started coming from the bathroom.

"George?? George, is that you-"

When he opened the door, it was apparent that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He seemed to miss the toilet when he vomited and this glowing red liquid was all over the bathroom floor. George looked at Harold in shock and fear, with the same colored eyes as the liquid around him.

"Okay, George, listen to me, it's going to be okay. I-I will clean it up, and you can head back to bed. We will tell Mr Krupp about this tomorrow, okay?"

He could only nod in response.

[dxrknessembr8ced]

Once she held the parasite in her arms the creature immediately begun crawling onto her body now behind her the parasite begun it's control over Hsien-Ko.

" Wh- ...! "

' PRRRAACCCKKK!!! '

The parasite plunged it's proboscis at the back of her head and neck, but unknown to the parasite it has dire consequences for the blood contaminated by the new variation of the T-virus begun running through it's body and due to the mutagenic affect the parasite suddenly begun evolving and what's more terrifying and fascination it had now gain sentience, human thoughts, emotions all thanks to Hsien-Ko and the virus. This not only made the parasite no longer feel the need to control her but instead developed a powerful symbiotic bond but also changed the structure of the parasite completely that is similar with the tyrant it had fused back in the raccoon city incident. The appendages become larger, bulkier and stronger to the core and the skin tone went from a gross emerald green, to charcoal black and finally once the transformation is done, it spoked.

" Ohhhh maaaaan! What a rush! "

Hsien-Ko, no, the parasite controlling her body temporary smile at the relief finally not only having the perfect host but also a new friend among the family.

" Maan! Thanks for the boost friend, hey you still with me? "

{ " ...Hhhh? Am I? " }

" There's no you, there's no I, there's only us! Yeah, it means we're friends! "

{ " Friend...? " }

" Yeah! Best friends! Like ya ever wanted right? "

{ " Yeah...! Friend~! " }

" Now what do we say, we find your big ol' sister...~ "

Before the two can search for Mei-Ling the parasite decided to offer Hsien-Ko a sort of thank you gift, an mutagenic effect change the color of her eyes and her entire attire to black and red symbolizing the parasite and Hsien-Ko formed the most powerful bond and the birth of a creature she calls herself NE - Hsien-Ko.

[onlyseokmins]

Oh i understand, older buildings are like that here too and i hope they get to yours soon too 💀 but it sounds nice though, taking walks during lunch break! It's really awful 😭 just today my grandma took me to a farm and i couldn't stop sneezing

That's nice too lmao. Maybe that's right but i have that often

Oh yes Soobin looks good in blonde also taehyun's hair looks good actually. Right, it looks like a nice color but i think from washing his hair often it's fading all the time lmao and he sure is charming, like with the carat he met 🥺 i know that

Haha it means almost tiddies and the puppy eyes 🥹 but imagine him looking at you like that

LICH rally they are like new renovations to be done by 2075! And I'm like hhhh 🐥 haha it is nice to walk around a bit but the weather is so annoying rn 😔 oh naur, we live in a rural area and it's sooo bad for allergies lmao but we like it too much here rather than a city 💀

Omg yesss and sugar rush ride is such a bop hehe well at least he's washing his hair 😭 ✋🏼

So many good shots from in the soop lmao seokmin cleavage and him being mischievous during meditation 💀 omg he's just sooooooo devastating I cry every time lmao

[pieartsy]

bkdk flower exchange for @midnight_works on twitter!

her request was for skeleton flowers.....which turn invisible in the rain!!

[sleepinglionhearts]

you like katamari? which katamari dude is your favorite katamari dude?

“katamari dude” that’s pretty cute, anon

[dmk-and-shadowkirby]

@that blog title,,,, ar you guys ok????

DMK: Oh, yeah! Don’t worry, we’re fine!

[shrikeyryn]

hurt [matt murdock x reader]

Summary: When you get into a little scuffle with a particularly bad criminal, you find yourself stumbling into the arms of a fellow crime-fighter, one you don't particularly get along with.

Warnings: uhm blood?? needles, non-graphic description of flesh wounds, matt murdock. almost death y know you almost die but. its okay. i have never researched anything related to medical anything before so. suck it ig. this is unedited!!

a/n: im sure someone else has done this but hhhh im unoriginal okay

The rain drenched your jacket, and under the neon light, you could see thin streams of red rainwater rolling off your hood. You held it in your left hand, your right one too preoccupied with trying to put pressure on the stab wound in your side.

The apartment you were marching towards was just on the corner, as your own apartment was too far away. The taste of copper sat heavily on your tongue, and you angrily wiped at your mouth, scrubbing your lips clean. It hurt; the slight swelling on your bottom lip hadn't gone down.

When you stumbled up to the Devil's door, you wasted no time slamming your fist harshly against it. He had probably heard you coming without the harsh knock.

Sinking to your knees, you pressed your back against the wall as you faintly heard the rushed scuffle of bare feet on the other side of the door. It swung open, and Matt Murdock tilted his head down, eyes darting around unseeingly as he uttered your name. He cursed when he smelt the blood.

"Hey," you rasped weakly.

He swiftly scooped you up into his arms, pressing you firmly to his chest.

"At least take me to dinner first..." you muttered, gaze drifting around to take in his living arrangement.

"Shut up," he snapped before softening his tone. "Don't speak, okay?"

He carried you easily to his bathroom, where he set you down on the floor. You hoped it was at least semi-clean. You weren't fond of infections. As you peeled your bloodied shirt off and discarded it, you slumped against the wall, taking shallow breaths. Matt knew exactly where his medical supplies was. It made you wonder how often he did this.

"Hey, hey. Eyes open, sweetheart," he said, gripping your chin. "I can't see you, but you can see me. What do I look like?"

"Dark hair... sharp jaw... you kind of have a billboard forehead," you said, arms falling limply to your sides as he cleaned your wound with a cool cloth. The corner of his lip twitched upward.

"That's good, keep going, sweetheart."

He was prepping a needle now. You desperately wanted to scoot away, but he sensed your tensing muscles and cupped the side of your face. "This is going to hurt, alright? Have you ever done this before?"

Your head felt like it was filled with cotton as you answered. "Once. I was a kid."

When he actually started stitching the wound, you nearly punched him straight in his godly face. "Fuck me, dude," you hissed. Matt hummed. It was like you were actually punched in the face, the pain sobering you up quicker than a bucket of ice water ever could.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

"W-What? You're asking this now?" you said, through gritted teeth. You answered him anyway.

"Good, good."

He began asking you questions about yourself, like your favorite place to eat, your favorite food, if you had a pet. You answered through hisses of pain. It seemed like hours before he put the needle down and snipped the thread.

He wiped away the remaining grime from your abdomen, fingers brushing your stomach every so often. You shuddered.

"Can you stand?" he asked softly, resting his hand on the side of your head.

"Dude, I just got stitched up from a stab wound. Take a guess." You glared at him, regardless of him not being able to see it.

"Okay, calm down, sweetheart." He hooked one arm under your legs and the other was holding you firmly against his chest. The slight jostle of him walking with you in his arms make you wince, but soon enough, you were laid neatly on Matt's couch, with him crouching down beside the piece of furniture. He brushed his fingers along your cheek.

"Now," he said. Barely contained rage seeped from his words. "Who did this?"

His hands had been slightly shaking when he stitched you up. The furrow of his brows--you thought it had been annoyance.

It had been rage. Rage he put a lid on for you.

You gripped his hand before it could drift away from your face. "No one important," you slurred. "I put him on his ass, anyway."

Matt sat down on the edge of the couch, and you curled up around him, snatching his body heat.

"I'll stay with you tonight, but tomorrow, I'll have someone to hunt down."

You drifted off with a smile. Maybe you could get along with the Devil after all.

[kitty-c4t]

..... so you remember the attack I made 50 seconds before artfight ended?

....and how it was Dreamkeeper Moon "peeking though to your dreams".....?

Yeah so anyways it feels like that's what he's doing now because out of the pure rush I forgot to color half his face and now I have the urge to redraw all of it but better hhhh

Dwu3uurudueu

BUT ITS BEAUTIFUL

I love it🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[mackarunes]

anyway, here’s wonderwall

back at it again with a “new Sith.” His name’s Juyâsh and he’s a big boy. tough boy. good boy

[r0-boat]

Emmet gets buff in retaliation but keeps the scruffy look because he knows people find it hot for some reason. Wait i feel like emmet has a thing for bondage too so what if he cosplayed Aizawa or something? HNNNNghhhgsksjjso

-Ramble

Hhhh wow hc/ scenario incomming

Smut underneath

CW:bondage, roleplay

Ever since you and ingo has came back from his he has notice you that you have staring at him...

Has it really been that long? Is his hair too long now? Should he shaving?

Compared to him, you and ingo pretty much look the similar to when he last saw the both of you despite some muscle. He was surprised how firm and powerful your legs felt, when you wrapped them around his waist. Good thing he was wearing a condom, otherwise he wouldn't be able to pull out.

apparently to you Emmet looks like a character form an anime you watch...

He doesn't get it...he look nothing like this guy. You seem to disagree begging him to try on a cosplay of the character.

All it took was a black wig and colored contacts and the costume was already on its way.

When Emmet purposely frowned ( harder than it looked) you could feel the heat rushing to your face, you couldn't help but rub your legs together as he steps closer.

Uh no you don't like that smirk on his face.

"I'm shocked when did my kitten become such a dirty whore?~"

"EMMET!"

Normally he didn't like the idea of dressing up as other people just to fuck you. But this is an exception, he liked how sturdy this scarf thing was, it was better bondage material than some of his more expensive rope.

You walls gripped his cock you were milking him. He tried to get into character a little. Having his fingers brushing across your neck before grabbing it. The scarf muffled your screams as you cum on his cock. Emmet drills you through your orgasm pushing his cock deeper with each thrust the hand around your neck tightening.

"Good pet good kitten, your owner hasn't cum yet so why don't you cum one more time for me, then I'll fill up this pretty hole."

While he rather to make you scream not some guy who doesn't exist. It's not at all bad idea to keep this as a little treat... Maybe when you're being bad he'll just put on the costume then call you a naught kitten and watch you melt into a submissive mess.

[ceilingfan5]

hhhh ma'am i'd cry if you continued the fake dating medieval short you wrote today oh my god it's everything

i had to go dig this one up im sorry you had to wait so long

Bards must call it pining, Taako decides, because your delusions are strong enough to build a little tree house in, a little world unto itself. It’s not about truth--it’s about what could be. The world’s most foolish game of pretend. The outside world doesn't factor in until some storm of outside force takes the tree by the roots and shakes all of the idiots out of it , clinging to the branches for dear life like lost, wet cats.

Taako’s finally reached his storm. It's particularly unfortunate that his storm is a wedding. His own wedding. 

He ought to be happy, the nasty little voice in his head chides. He gets to marry the man he loves. The Prince. He gets to become royalty, set up forever in style and comfort. He gets to leave his dirty roots behind and make a name for himself.  But it just isn’t right. Kravitz is doing it out of convenience, not love, and the whole thing is false, so painfully false…

Everything is beautiful, of course. Kravitz spared no expense for his love. What a farce. What a sham. Taako has to laugh so he doesn’t cry, and he absolutely cannot cry in front of their hundreds of faceless guests, all done up in silks and ruffles and colors that taste like overripe fruit. The rot sticks to the back of Taako’s throat as he enters in his elegant suit to see eight hundred eyes all trained on him, hotter than the summer sun beating down on an untilled field. 

Taako stumbles briefly, shaken by the attention, for once, and it’s all he can do to breathe, like the dirt has finally swallowed him whole. He focuses his eyes on the only thing he thinks he can handle, and even that may be a mistake. He looks at Kravitz. Prince Kravitz. He shouldn’t be so familiar, even if Kravitz has encouraged him to drop the formalities even in private. They haven’t really been courting, even though they’ve gotten closer and closer as they’ve spent so much time together, playacting and laughing and dressing up for parties, reading together on the lounge and playing music… Kravitz’s eyes are crinkled and he’s smiling, but there’s something unreadable there, something that sends a chill wind through the holes in Taako’s sails. He doesn’t like it, and it makes this so much harder. 

Numbly, he proceeds through the show, saying the right lines and following the stage cues, and he keeps watching the cold thing behind Kravitz’s eyes and trying to name it. Maybe he’s realized this has gone too far, maybe he’s realized that he wanted a real love after all. Maybe he’s coming to terms with being stuck with Taako.

Maybe he’s already thinking of an easy way to dispose of Taako after this, to carry on pretending like before. 

Taako forgets to breathe and very nearly chokes. His mind is just crafting stories, just jumping from one moss-covered rock to the next and slipping dangerously as it skips, cold water rushing bloodthirsty around his ankles. He knows the lines, knows the blocking, knows exactly what’s supposed to happen and how and when and why, but when the officiant asks if anybody has a reason they not be wed, some devil bursts out of his throat and un-swallows the truth:

“I do.”

It’s the right line in the wrong place, and the crowd is one big gasp. Kravitz’s eyes go a little wide, a little dark, staring a hole right through Taako’s face in disbelief. 

“I- I- I can’t do this, I...” Nausea grips his insides and magic glitters at his fingertips, his body jumping to defend him from whatever horrible thing gets to happen next. But the words fall out like teeth in a nightmare. “My Prince, I… I cannot marry you.” 

“Why...not?” Kravitz asks, ashen and a little sour. The cold thing ices over behind his eyes and Taako kisses his treehouse goodbye. 

“Because...” Taako slams his eyes shut, unable to face this. “I love you.”

The guests are, understandably, baffled. 

“I can’t pretend any longer when my feelings are real,” he elaborates, every word blood in his mouth. 

“Oh,” Kravitz says, heavier than a stone at the bottom of a river. And then something impossible happens. The stone floats. “Oh, Taako… Oh- I-” He laughs, awkward but giddy-- “I love you too. I- I love you- I love the real you- I was so afraid you were just pretending and my heart was so heavy but-”

“You do?” Taako’s eyes snap open. The audience fades away, the stage no longer a stage. “You- really?”

“Yes, really!” Kravitz laughs again. “Oh, oh my… I...”

“So,” the officiant interjects. “Are you, in fact, marrying one another or not?”

They exchange mischievous glances, hearts in their eyes, and both of them do the crazy thing at the same time. 

“Yes.” 

“We are.”

“Very well, then. It is...unorthodox, but… I shall go on.”

This time, Taako says I do in the right place. And Kravitz says it back. And the most joyful thing that could ever be conceived happens: they get to kiss each other in front of the entire world, no longer acting, no longer separated by the longest inch ever imagined. And they celebrate, and eat, and laugh, and dance, and share in the strangest, loveliest joy they could possibly have dreamed of. 

[noirwritingtime]

Dangerous.. Lifeform?

CW: horror, language, paranoia/anxiety

******

"Henrik- Hen, I uh.. this may be a bad time to drop this on you but I've.. well, it's easier to explain once you're here! See you soon, please hurry-"

Henrik frowns slightly, hearing the voicemail repeat once more. Vhat zhe fuck is he doing? The good doctor drives to their shared place, growing more and more concerned as time passes.

He was right to be concerned.

All the lights are on, some lamps too, and it is bright as an endless lit void. The doctor has to squint his eyes slightly from how bright it is in the house.

"Jackie?"

The sound of footsteps come from the hallway and Jackie waves him over.

"C'mere, it's in here."

That's concerning, thinks the doctor.

"Vhat's in there?" Jackie shakes his head and waves him over again. The doctor sighs and heads over. "I mean it Jackie."

"You'll see-"

The hero opens the door to the spare back room. The two head inside, the doctor seeing what Jackie was talking about. A silent gasps leaves him.

"Vhat..who?" He mutters, not able to look away.

"It showed up one day.."

In front of them, masked by the darkest corner of the not so brightly lit room, sits a figure. Curled over itself and emitting a low hum. Henrik moves closer, just by a bit before being yoinked back by Jackie.

"It's not happy-"

It is a good thing Jackie grabbed him cause the thing swiped at him- large claws being the main thing visible and terrifying.

The doctor gasps, noting the claws.

The thing pushes back into the corner after stating its place with the others.

"Does it-" He clears his throat and addresses the thing instead. "Do you speak?"

It shifts as it tries to form a response.

"Grhgh..I can." It flashes its eyes at him, bright green scleras are the only thing seen. This shocks both the doctor and hero.

"Oh, that is great. Do you have a name?"

"Anti. Hhrk."

"Do you have something in your throat?"

It doesn't respond to that, but if its face was visible the others would note the devilish smirk it wears. It shifts again to stare at Henrik, taking an interest.

"Anti is a unique name, did you choose it?" Henrik tilts his head, interested enough that he almost forgets he has to chastise Jackie for harboring an unknown creature without telling him sooner.

"..sort of."

"Zhat's nice. Where did you come from?"

It gurgles, maybe it is giggling. After a moment of very loud gurgling, it goes quiet.

"Not here."

Henrik figured that might be the answer it gives. He hums.

"You've got humor."

It smiles and nods, quite proud of that about itself.

"Well, I'm going to go talk with my friend. You just sit tight." Henrik smiles at the thing and backs away with Jackie.

The two exit the room and Henrik slaps Jackie's shoulder.

"Vhat zhe fuck happened? Start talking." Henrik says hushed and quickly. Jackie looks down and nods.

"I will I will-" Jackie takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He feels the gaze from the doctor and looks at him. "It showed up one day in my room, don't know how, but it happened. I panicked and then it started panicking? I'm not sure. Next thing I know, I've got it cornered into that room, cause the thing doesn't like lights apparently."

Henrik raises a brow. "Is that why every light in the house is at full brightness?" Jackie nods. "Makes sense.. have you talked at all- how soon after did you message me?"

"Eh.. not long after I got it in there. I didn't try to talk, tried giving it food but it tried scratching me so I didn't try again."

"That's good thinking." Henrik rubs his chin. "What now.. We should talk with it, but I'm not sure what else we could do about this."

Jackie nods and glances at the door to the room it's in. He wonders why it showed up.. and how?

"I want to talk to it again."

"I'll be with you."

In the dark corner, it stirs slightly. It hears the two talk through the walls, it hears everything. It smirks, though no one can see. The creature had been listening and waiting, letting the fall of humans guide it to its goal..

The door to the room opens, letting in additional light that makes it slink back into the corner even more. Funny thing about humans, so quick to assume..

"Hello again, you up to chatting?" Henrik starts the conversation, walking into the room and staying a comfortable distance away. The creature looks at him.

"Yes."

"Wonderful. What are you?"

It gurgles before giving an answer. "Anti."

"Is Anti a species?" He raises a brow, not sure if its playing with him. It is. It so is playing with the doctor because it shakes its head no.

"Well.. then vhat are you?"

A giggle. Then a tilt of the head.

"I'll move to a different question then," Henrik gets the idea that Anti will be stubborn, especially for certain questions. "Are you here for harm?"

"No. Just here."

"Here for vhat?"

"Existing. Exploring.." It trails off.

"New here?" Henrik smiles, being as gentle and friendly a presence he can be. It shakes its head before continuing.

"I've been here before."

Henrik tilts his head and raises a brow. "Oh, that's good. Where have you been?"

It smiles wide.

"Here."

Here? This sends a shiver down Henrik's spine. Here, like this house? When-?

"This house- you mean?"

A simple nod is all it takes to make Henrik's heart pound, and all the very limited color in his face disappear. "Oh- that's nice.." His throat feels dry. "H-how long? Ago, I mean. How long ago did you visit?"

"Which time?"

"Zhe first-" Henrik glances away, not sure if this is still safe. Oh, what am I thinking- This isn't safe at all! The light is the only thing we have right now- His hands fiddle with the fabric of his pockets.

"Years. Forgot the number."

Henrik swallows dryly, and glances to Jackie- who heads over and grabs Henrik's shoulder.

"Excuse us, we'll talk later Anti." With that, Jackie takes Henrik out of the room.

Once away from the thing Henrik starts shaking his hands in repetitive motions.

"Years?!- Jackie, how-" He visibly distresses, rocking back and forth on his feet. "How did we never see? Vhat has it done here? Oh God-"

"Henrik, hey bud. You're okay.." He speaks gently, watching the doctor and refraining from touching him. It's never a good idea to touch Henrik when he's panicked unless asked.

"Am I?!" He looks back at Jackie, shaking one hand spastically. He blinks and takes in a breath. "Sorry Jackie.. I didn't mean to yell."

Jackie smiles gently, understanding. "Its alright. This guy is unnerving, definitely creepy." He rubs the back of his neck.

Henrik nods, continuing to move and get his worries out. "Yeah, yes. I don't like how it's been here, before. Before."

"Mhm. It doesn't help that it isn't answering easily."

"That's the worst part." Henrik mutters.

"I agree.."

Henrik shakes his hands more before settling. "Alright.. we need to get through this. Now." He looks to Jackie before going back to the door with Jackie following.

"You got this, I'm right there with you Hen."

"Thanks, we'll-" Henrik shakes and freezes in the doorway. "Where is it? Jackie? Jackie it's not there-" His voice raises with fear.

"What?" Jackie looks in the room. "Hen, its okay- I'm right herAh-!"

Henrik blinked and everything changed. An instant change, that thing was gone. Where is Jackie? He turned back to see and is set into an adrenaline rush.

The walls. He finally saw what has happened. Oh god the walls, it's all sickly and dark and is that Jackie's leg in the ceiling-

"Jackie!" Henrik reaches for his leg, trying to bring him back down. The thing must've grabbed him from the thick substances coating what seems like everywhere- oh where did it go?!

Jackie's leg slowly becomes legs and then torso and thank fuck- he's breathing, barely but it's there. He coughs and weakly grabs at Henrik, thick globs of dark essence falls and spills out of his mouth and ears.

Henrik stares wide eyed at Jackie as he holds him before trying to guide him out of the hellish room. "Jackie- keep, keep coughing. Get that out-" He tugs him along, slipping but still standing. His heart pounds as he feet try to keep him moving.

"Try- gahhr-chh-" Jackie shakes with the amount of force in each cough. Weakly clinging to Henrik's guidance.

"Keep coughing-" Henrik stops, shaking more at the sight.

It's everywhere now, for sure.. If Henrik didn't have fantastic memory he wouldn't be able to tell you the color of the walls or where any pictures are on the wall. The floor is coated, and moving? Its moving, rippling and pulsing.

"Jackie- we have to go.." His words tremble and he rushes himself and Jackie into the hallway.

It's so heavy.. thick and dark. Is that giggling? Breathing? Maddening.

"C'mon- don't let go okay?" Henrik is stressed and trying his best, worried about the amount that's still spilling out of Jackie's mouth.

Thick globs drop from the ceiling, coating the floor below and near creating a wall to the outside.

But, the two manage to get outside. Henrik wants to go further but Jackie's coughing urges him to stop and tend to his friend.

"Jackie, cough as hard as you can." Henrik sets him down on the lawn and places a hand on his back. Trying to help get the weird thing out of him.

Jackie whimpers and nods, his throat feeling dry and slimy at the same time. "Hggrh-" He coughs hard and a slimy hard thing falls onto the ground. "Hhhh- ghhod." He coughs more and stares at the thing. The thing slowly melts onto the ground.

Henrik pats his back. "I've.. I got you-"

"I," His voice rasps, finally having a clear throat but it's extremely dry. "I can breathe.. now.." He keeps his eyes set on the thing, watching it.

"Good, that's good.. let's, can you get up? I don't want to be here-"

"No.. we cant let it get out. Imagine the.. the panic." He rasps, giving Henrik a look that could only mean he's wanting to be heroic.

"Jackie! We've got to wait or something-" He pleads, glancing at the house. Not wanting to think about what is inside. Growing.

"But- It could escape!" Jackie looks at Henrik.

"Ve should call, Jackie! No.. no heroing." Henrik pleads, shaking. "Please."

Jackie looks at him for a few moment before nodding. "Okay.. I won't Hen. I promise."

"Thank you" His voice cracks and he hugs Jackie, momentarily ignoring the weird substance and how it coats his clothing and skin.

Jackie only nods in response, patting Henrik's back. "We need to call- who?" He asks quietly.

"I don't know.." He shrugs, keeping close to Jackie. All that matters for the moment is Jackie can breathe and they both got out.

Out.

---------------

"Marvin, ve- no, don't! Ve just need ozhers to deal vith it. Not us! Marvin, please." He pleads on the phone with Marvin. Henrik is trying to explain to the others that the house is not safe.

"No- I don't want you to risk that! Marvin!"

A hand settles on Henrik's shoulder and grips gently, Jackie trying to calm him down.

"Henrik-"

"He's not listening!" Henrik's voice only raises in pitch and stress.

"I know I know, let me talk to him.." Jackie says comfortingly, gently guiding the phone into his own hand. "Alright Marvin. . ."

Henrik listens to them both talk before glancing at the house, yet again. It looks so peaceful. Like nothing is wrong. How wrong that is. Well, is that wrong? Maybe it's all better. He's been under quite a lot of stress.. might be seeing things.

Without fully connecting how he got there, he feels the cool metal of the door handle in his hand.

"Wha-" Henrik blinks and backs away quickly, ripping his hand off the handle. "Jackie!"

"Hm, oh!" Jackie rushes over and pulls Henrik close. "What are you doing?" He looks worriedly at Henrik. The doctor is disturbed.

"I.. I don't know!" Henrik looks to Jackie. "I don't remember getting here." He whimpers, letting himself get pulled away by Jackie.

"Its okay, breathe.." Jackie mutters soothingly. "Let's go back over here and wait for the police."

Henrik nods, watching the house. He swears the whole place flickers.

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This better not be some crackhead call or prank. The police officer pulls up to the house, looking over the two people looking like an actual mess. He sighs before getting out.

"Alrighty you two, I don't want to deal with nonsense shit." He walks over to the others.

Henrik and Jackie look over, ready to hear the cop call them all sorts of names.

"We aren't joking, sir." Jackie starts, his throat cleared up a bit more from waiting. "It's dangerous inside and Henrik doesn't want me to deal with it."

The police officer shakes his head in disbelief. "I'll just go look before I bring you two in." He walks over to the door.

Henrik's eyes widen. "Wait-" He holds a hand out. "It's not safe!" Jackie holds him back.

The cop looks back and raises a brow. "Sure thing buddy." He grabs the door handle and opens it. He whistles at the sight. "Lot of work you put into this fellas." He mutters before pulling his flashlight out and turning it on to see inside.

The sound of loud maniacal cackling fills Jackie and Henrik's heads. Taunting.

"Wait, you think we're pranking you?" Jackie calls out. "Don't go inside yet!"

The cop doesn't answer and goes inside.

The door shuts behind him.

Those cackles leave their heads and fills the air.

Jackie stares at the door with a panicked expression. "Oh no. No- We have to go in now Hen!" He moves to go after the cop, getting to the door and tugging the handle.

Locked.

Henrik chases after Jackie. "Hey! Jackie wait, no!" He sees that Jackie has not entered yet, meaning the door is locked which spikes more panic. "Oh no.."

"He's locked in there- I have to get him out!" Jackie moves back from the door and kicks by the handle with his heel. Easily breaking through the wood with his strength and mighty kick. Scrambling, he pulls his foot back and reaches through to the other side. He unlocks the door but before he can go in, Henrik's hand begs him to stay.

"Henrik, I have to help him."

Henrik stares, muttering and stopping himself. Unable to think clearly. He doesn't want Jackie hurt but there is a man in trouble!

"Henrik, I'll be okay."  He says gently, grabbing and holding Henrik's hand to reassure him. With a gentle squeeze, he swings the door open to face the hell within.

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You can find this and a soon-to-be-extended story of this, and more at my wattpad, @actualwheat ! Thanks for reading! :D

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Could I get a scenario(I didn't see anything about scenarios in your rules but if you're not doing those atm you can write headcanons 😊) of Ace and his girlfriend spending a fun day at the beach and when the sun starts going down they start kissing and it's the first time they've kissed a lot and Ace accidentally loses control of his df powers and sets off some nearby fireworks and he thinks he's messed up their special moment but she thinks it makes it much more magical?

Unfortunately I only do headcanon for this event hhhh but this is such a great idea for a small scenario, so I feel that my headcanons don't really do it justice... T^T Hopefully you'll still be able to somewhat enjoy them though, dear anon❤ And this idea is absolutely brilliant and was one of my favorite summer requests for sure, so precious :'D

Ace accidentally ignites some nearby fireworks during his first makeout-session with you headcanon

for a while now Ace has been wondering what it might be like to do more than just exchanging quick and tame kisses, but he never wanted to push you into something you weren't ready for yet, which is why he would always hold himself back. But today, after a long day of having fun at the beach, you're both all cuddled up and watching the sunset together, and he's itching to milk this romantic moment for all its worth

it starts with Ace giving you the cheesiest compliment in history of cheesy compliments ("The sunset is really beautiful... but do you know what's even more beautiful? You, (Y/N). Man, you look breathtaking tonight!") to set the mood, and after your obligatory giggle he leans in for a soft, seemingly innocent kiss. Your lips are barely touching, almost as if he's still testing the waters- but it's actually part of his plan to edge you on and see if you'd be willing to deepen the contact on your own.

...and he doesn't have to wait long. Fleeting pecks quickly turn into drawn-out kisses with your lips melting against his and hands tangling up into hair to pull each other closer, even if that's barely physically possible. Ace is completely overwhelmed with emotions- desire, excitement, love- everything is rushing through his veins at once. This night, this moment, it's absolute magic to him, and he's eager for more.

his hands eventually let go of your hair so he can gently cup your face, sending some of his warmth through your skin as he deepens the kiss and presses his body against yours. And slowly but surely the desire pulsing through his lower abdomen causes an entire new feeling to bubble up within him...

he's so caught up in pulling you closer and enjoying your heavy kissing session that he doesn't notice how the carnal feelings running through him start to activate his Devil Fruit powers. Sparks are obviously flying between you two, no doubt, but now there's also literal fire soaring through the air because of the pirate's excitement.

none of you notice it, that is until a loud whooosh suddenly tears through the silence- and just a moment later- BANG! the sound of something exploding causes you two to pull away in shock

taken completely by surprise, Ace instinctively pushes you away, in fear that someone might be trying to attack you. But then he notices how half his body is covered in flames and that small sparks occasiononaly fly off of him and land on a box filled with fireworks next to you...

his eyes widen as he realizes what's going on, and shortly after that another BANG! shakes the air and a bright pink fire lights up the sky

"Did- oh no, did I do that?!"

despite still being overwhelmed with emotions from your previous make-out session, Ace now desperately tries to calm himself as well as the flames around him down, hoping that he can still salvage this. Unfortunately though, it doesn't really work. More panic fills him as another small rocket goes off, and soon enough the entire nightsky is light up in a colorful spectacle

...and is if the loud noise of the firework surprising him wasn't bad enough, the shock and panic of getting interrupted also causes him to start hiccuping a bit. Great.

this whole situation turned from romantic to horrible way too quick, and by the time Ace finally manages to put out the flames, it's too late. Every single firework rocket in the box has been ignited, and one by one they fly up and explode into the sky

well, shit. The moment you were having is utterly ruined now. Ace is already ringing with himself to think of a good excuse for this. Things were going so well and this was the first time you two were bold enough to take your affections one step further, but he ruined it. Now, after seeing what happens when he gets too excited, you probably wouldn't ever want to try something like this again, right...?

"(Y/N), I'm- damn it, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin-"

"Oh my gosh Ace, look at the sky! This is absolutely beautiful!!! Did you know this would happen?!"

...okay, this is unexpected. Instead of being shocked or reacting negatively, you actually seem to like what's going on...

"How magical! Oh Ace, you really made this moment unforgettable!"

the happiness and excitement on your face is the biggest relief imagineable for him. Now Ace can't help but smirk a bit and goofily pulls his hat down to cover part of his face and hide the bright blush that's starting to creep onto his cheeks. Phew, he didn't ruin the night. Furthermore, you actually really seem to enjoy it! My, what a lucky accident...

"Heh, if you really like it that much... then how about we pick up where we left off before our firework is over? I bet we can make this moment even more memorable together,(Y/N)!"

without wasting another moment, Ace then leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, all while the sky continues to be illuminated by the colorful explosions he caused. And in that very moment, there's not only a firework going off above your and Ace's head- for another one is firing up in his chest as well.

[killjoysfromyesterday]

day fourteen of @badthingshappenbingo (AND first bingo!! )

prompt: lost voice from screaming

word count: 785

⚠️please use caution of your own triggers before reading prompts on the board

also i’m sorry this one is very rushed and bad hhhh but i got a bingo :)

i used he/him pronouns for young poison, as i don’t think they would’ve had access to the idea of being non-binary in the city/knowing it was okay to use they/them pronouns at five years old. i hope that is not offensive

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it’s storming. the rainwater pools into the crevices of the asphalt, splashing and reflecting the lights on the buildings around them.

all the buildings are so dense; you’d think the closer to the edge of the city you get, the thinner it’d be, but it seems as if there’s one tight knot of civilization on the outer edge that’s very convenient to keep people in.

poison’s cold, he wants to whine but his mother told him to be quiet. she has him in her arms, tucked tightly against her chest.

they’re moving way too fast, poison wants to slow down. he’s hungry and tired, he had to walk most of the way until his mother finally carried him. it feels like they’ve been walking for hours, miles and miles away from their apartment, and poison’s not sure where he is anymore.

his mama’s not telling him where they’re going, she just woke him up in the middle of the night and helped him put his shoes on, and then they left. why hadn’t they told dad that they were going somewhere? poison wondered, but he was getting too sleepy to think.

he must’ve drifted off to the lull of his mother’s cautious, almost sly footsteps in the city alleyways, because he awakens to his mother speaking. she sounds afraid, whipping her head around. poison can see a few white figures creeping out of alleyways towards them, and doesn’t have much time to think because suddenly his mother is running, her arms tight around the little boy.

she’s yanked back and poison falls from her arms, scraping his palms and knees on the concrete. it’s too dark to see much, even with the streetlights, and it’s pouring rain.

and then his mother’s screaming his name and there’s the cold, gloved hands of dracs wrapped around his arms, pulling him up and backwards.

his mother’s met the same fate, struggling hard against the dracs who’ve grabbed her. she manages to grip poison’s hands, holding onto him.

he’s clinging to his mother’s hands as tight as he possibly can, kicking out hard against whoever’s trying to pull him away. it’s like tug-o-war, but this is no cheerful game.

a drac wrenches one of his mother’s hands behind her back, handcuffs clicking into place. poison’s clinging to her remaining hand with both of his now, using all of the strength he has.

her other hand is tugged away too, and poison stumbles forward, caught by the dracs holding him tight against them.

she’s screaming, crying his name, my baby, don’t touch my baby, and the distance gapes like a canyon. she lets out a wail that silences all of the dracs. she screams until her voice is raw, dragged unceremoniously between the two dracs.

poison’s yelling out at the top of his little lungs for her. why are they taking his mom? he wants to go home.

it’s getting hard to breathe and he tries to count on his fingers just like his ma taught him, the way she always shows him how to calm down. it doesn’t work and he’s crying again, knees pulled tight to his chest in the backseat. the drac who’s driving turns around to him and mutters something that sounds like “shut up, brat” but he can barely hear anything going on, he’s so scared and so alone.

where’s his mama?

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poison’s cleaning up in the diner, trying to get some stuff organized. their personal belongings are sparse, but they have a few items: keepsakes from missions, polaroid pictures of the girl as a baby, paints and canvases, the expected things.

but as they tidy up their bedroom, they have something else: a box of the few belongings they brought with them when they left the city at age fifteen.

there’s two birth certificates: theirs and kobra’s, the only proof that they aren’t biological siblings. nobody knows, and they don’t plan to tell anyone anytime soon.

and then there’s a picture at the very bottom of the shoebox. it’s of a woman with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a distinctly pointed nose. she’s in some kind of kitchen, holding a baby on her hip. the baby looks just like her, down to the quirked half-smile.

poison stops.

their mother had tried to get them out of the city when they were five. she got caught, that’s why they went to the orphanage. but their mother must’ve known that poison was meant for the desert. poison was louder than the other kids; brighter, more colorful. well, here they are, twenty years old now. they’ve been in the desert for five years.

i made it, mama. i got out here, and it’s beautiful.

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