#im old leave me to my caverns

[thecoolerliauditore]

i'm gonna be honest y'all i'm not entirely sure if i even know what shipping is at this point and im too afraid to ask

[scribblescrabbledepartment]

another oneeee

[ID: an illustration of a child standing at the edge of a body of water, the entire space before him taken up by an enormous mouth filled with sharp teeth.]

this story is one that im less proud of, i have to touch it up a little bc its kinda clunky, but adding it anyway (taken directly from a dream)

The sky and the sea were both gray, murky and cloudy and infinitely vast, like a serene storm. Somewhere off in the distance, thousands of miles away, they merged in a smoggy smeared-out line. A young boy, not yet even ten, walked barefoot along the hard wet sand, which, like the rest of the dreary scenery, was also gray. Sharp rocky cliffs jutted up around the desolate beach, cutting off any civilization from view, not that there was anything for miles. The air was wet and chilly, and the only sounds were distant wind and the soft movement of the water.

The boy turned to look at the water. It was dark, and looked very deep, though he could not see past the cold surface. Suddenly, without so much as a bubble or wave of warning, from the depths rose an enormous creature. Only its head was fully out of the water, but part of its thick neck was visible, and the humps and ridges of its back stretched on for miles, poking out of the sea like an ominous jetty that went on too far to see. Its head was huge and blue-gray, more gray than blue, and smooth-skinned, like an amphibian. It had no eyes but its mouth was enormous and long like a crocodile’s, only much, much larger—a grown man could easily stand inside with plenty of room to stretch. It had sharp teeth that reminded the boy of a dinosaur, and long gills on its neck that were fringed with some sort of algae. The creature looked old, more ancient than time itself. Under the water and out of sight, its body swayed slowly to keep itself in place.

“Come into my mouth,” the sea monster said to the boy. Its voice was deep and echoing, though it never moved its lips. “Put a stick between my jaws to hold it open, and it will keep me from eating you.” The boy wasn’t sure what to make of this, but something about the monster hypnotized him, so he obeyed, carefully wedging a large piece of driftwood between its jaws and walking into the musty razor-lined cavern.

“Go up into my head,” the monster instructed him. Understanding almost by instinct, the boy climbed up a hole in the roof of its mouth. He found himself in an attic-like space where he thought the creature’s brain should have been. He was waist-deep in warm, cloudy water, and something submerged in it produced many colors of light that lit up the water and reflected off of it to produce magical colorful patterns all around.

On the outside, the monster saw that the sun was setting through the clouds. It was time for it to go. Suddenly and quickly, it jerked around back into the ocean, snapping the piece of wood between its jaws like a twig, and away it swam into the black depths, leaving the beach as still as it had ever been.

[landoffreaksandfrogs]

please tell me what the fresh hell is going on with eridan in yr bloodswamp im so curious... i love bloodswap eridans... also someone put up a clone of the old mxrp site under dreambubble.xyz, i haven't tried it yet but it seems solid

i use dreamubble pretty often actually! it does the job good enough(when using the sfw filter)

i rolled the dice and decided randomly a majority of my bloodswap, and eridan landed cerulean!

hes one of the trolls of his caste with seemingly no psychic powers to speak of, something hes really fucking bummed about. hes still kind of a huge asshole with a genocide complex, but to a lesser degree.

skyhorsedad is now a praying mantis because thats more thematically accurate to the theme ceruleanbloods generally have, and it is still intimidating as all hell. also. prayer. angels. heh.

hes in a moiraillegiance with feferi in this au, mirroring kanaya and vriskas relationship in canon, but feferi actually LIVES in the jade caverns.

feferi is secretly raising wrigglers that are meant to be culled, but once they leave the caverns, eridan snatches the weak, coddled trolls with no lusii to feed to his own lusus.

feferi is unaware that he is doing this.

[fireworksanon]

heyyy so i saw ur big merman kazuha post! could u maybe do one with venti too? I really loved it btw!

You got it!! I apologise if these suck ass I'm rusty at the genshin fandom 💔💔

(While writing I now see I'm getting carried away with this KY STYLE CHANHED IM SORRY)

- You would have been a lone traveler, having escaped from (insert place here I forgor). You had been at sea for a few days, no previous knowledge of sailing, when a storm hits. And a bad one. Your boat gets crashed and you end up on a deserted island on your own.

- There's not much at first glance, but as you explore more into the jungle, you see old ruins and what seemed like remains of an old society and a little village. Eventually, you find yourself at a cave entrance.

- On the walls are paintings of, seemingly, an old deity or entity of some kind. It looked to be feared and idolised all the same, some paintings depicting gorey endings to some unfortunate believers and others showing gifts of food and light and life.

- Failing at biting back your curiosity, you venture deeper into the cave. And after about twenty minutes of walking deeper into the cave, there's an eery teal glow. You follow it, and suddenly the cavern opens up. There's a body of water that looks way too big to be in a cave system, and it the rocks and floor around it glowed with something that looked like bioluminescent moss.

- The water itsself doesn't light up, but after a moment of staring at your reflection and pondering your ability to find your way back, two teal spots appear a ways away from the surface. You stare at them in confusion for a moment, but when the algea in the water lights up from movement you reel back.

- A figure towers over you, and in your panic you fail to see a similarity between it and the cave paintings. "What do we have here?" A higher pitch voice teases, and you curl into yourself against the cave wall.

- It doesn't move closer to you, but you hug the wall nonetheless. A confused noise is heard from above, before you hear movement in the water and a soft thud infront of you.

- Peeking through your hands, you see it's crossed its arms on the ground and is resting it's head on it. You uncurl just a bit, scooting away from it. "L-Leave me alone!"

- After a moment of contemplation, it speaks again. "I must say, the first little human here in centuries and by far the jumpiest!" You send it a vulgar gesture, and it giggles. It GIGGLES AT YOU.

- Upon closer inspection, the closest association you can make to it is a teal betta fish. You recognise the figure as the deity depicted in the cave, and you shudder. "Y-You're the god, from the cave paintings."

- A chuckle. "I am. I've been following you for a while, traveler. Guiding you to this cave. You belong here, on this island." You tilt your head in confusion, the deity looking at you with something like pride. "My friend Dvalin helped me guide the winds, the storm, I realise now was a bit harsh." He says it as he overlooks a few cuts and bruises you picked up from the wreckage.

- "That was YOU?" You ask, a bit more offended than you thought you had the energy for. "It was. But, you found my island, so all is well." A bit of dread wells up in your stomach. "Right where you belong. I think you'll find this place to be quite wonderous."

[ofmermaidstories]

I LOVE HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT STARDEW

If you don't mind me asking, how often do you play stardew valley? do you play at night? with a cup of tea?

please! i am dying to talk about it!!! i tend to play games in solid, obsessed blocks. so i’ve been playing every day for the last couple of weeks, now, but before that it’d been months and months since i touched it last. i’ll play whenever! whenever i have time, or throughout the day if it’s a lazy one. i like to play in stretches, and i consider it a treat to, so i’ll often have a snack ready or a drink (sometimes that cuppa you mentioned, often a juice box tho bc im like, five, lmao). i only have two saves!! my first one, delilah, where i didn’t know what i was doing and got bored of, really quickly—and my current one, my second one! it uses my real name, lmao, which tbh i’m not sure i like—it’s always jarring when the other characters say things to me. 💀 we’re currently in winter, in year five. the farm is called Sea Dreams, and it’s a beach property. i completely ignored the warnings about it not being for beginners lmfao, but i quite like it! beyond the romanticism of being on the beach of this like, inland sea cove, i like that the sand means only a fraction of the land is actually good for proper farming. i use the proper soil, the real soil, for my seasonal crops and then let patches of trees grow throughout the rest of the farm. my fruit trees are near the bat cave; in front of my house i grow small plots of flowers. and then by the shore i keep the animals. i’ve fenced them so they get trees and the pond and the sea as well; if i’m spending the day on the farm i’ll sometimes hear the plop! of the ducks, gliding onto the cove’s waters. they always look so contented. 🥹 if i’m there in the evenings, when it’s time for them to turn into the barn or the coop, i’ll stand on the shore and wait for them to drift back—they’re always last in, on those days.

i have a single fish pond, so far, towards the south of the property—it’s filled with sturgeon and from their eggs i make caviar. i make goats cheese and bread and mayonnaise and at the end of every season i harvest the flowers that grew and ride into town on my horse, grover, and hand them out. in the warm months my farm is covered in grass, everywhere! on the last day of autumn i cut it all down, for hay. my greenhouse is on a little island of it’s own, with grandpa’s shrine behind it: inside i grow more flowers, and fruit trees, and strawberries, blueberries, ancient fruit, starfruit. i hope to get a second mango sapling at some point, to grow in the greenhouse—my first one is now planted among my peach trees, waiting for it’s first summer.

fairy roses are my favourite flower. every autumn, during the stardew fair, i always include a pink one, one of my best, in my grange display for the competition. this year my setup included my best goats cheese; my best, aged wine. my best peach and my best orange! caviar, my fairy rose, a bottle of truffle oil and a jar of fairy rose honey, and then lastly, a tulip from spring, lavender-dawn in colour.

(i always win, and i always feel so smug about it. i hate pierre so much lmao, he’s such a dick.)

hmm, what else can i tell you? i’ve only just made it to the skull caverns! they stress me out so bad. 💀 recently tho (like, today, lmfao), i found my first dinosaur egg! and my first two prismatic shards—i saved the first shard in a chest in my barn, and with the other got a sword. the dinosaur egg is currently incubating! i’m so excited for it to live among my chickens and my ducks and my rabbits. 🥹

i really, really like the magic realism that’s steeped into the valley. beyond the atmosphere of the game (the freedom of leaving behind a life that was stifling you, and finding a home in the valley you’d never even dared dreamed of, before) the magic of the world is like, the number one factor in me wanting to write a AU for it. i like—things like the fairy stones. An old miner's song suggests these are made from the bones of ancient fairies. i like things like finding the burnished copper helmets of the dwarves; i like that we can wear one. i like that sometimes, in the night, there’s a rustle of wings and the next morning when you step outside there’s an owl statue, nestled somewhere on your farm like it’s been there for centuries. there’s a junimo hut in the secret, wooded area of pine trees on my farm. they’re too far from the crops to appear, but sometimes when i ride past in the dusk, just when it’s getting dark, you can hear the flicker of flames—the open doorway to their little home glowing. there’s also a secret altar to yoba, amid the trees; the dull steel of the sign of the vessel hidden away against the dark green. there’s just so much to it! i feel like you could dig deep, go deep, literally deep in the mines, and still not understand the world. and it makes me want to write that, lmao. the whole game just makes me want to write! just the world of it—waking up at six am, every morning. learning how to make something of the land before you, how to grow things, how to care for things, animals. walking into town to buy seeds. galloping into town, or down to the forest. one of my favourite touches, in the game, is how sometimes there’ll be a flock of birds on the path, pecking at something—and when you come along they all take flight, all together. and there’s a moment, every time, where you’re in the middle of it, the the beat of the wings—running or riding with them, almost. that’s what i wanna write about. the ride into town, slipping from the horse, breathless, in front of the general store or the saloon. i haven’t married anyone in my save, yet; i can’t decide on who i want to live with. so many of them are sweethearts. i like elliot a lot, recently. he wrote a romance novel for me. 🥺 but originally i wanted to date alex—i love his grandparents. on the last day of autumn i’ll take my fairy roses into town for his grandmother, and for jasmine. but saying that sebastian’s also grown on me; as has haley. sometimes i think i’ll just ask krobus, deep in his sewer, to move in with me instead—but i have an empty nursery in my house and sometimes i wonder if it’d be fun to have someone to have kids with.

(but then i swing back and forth on it—it creeps me out that the kids never age. 🥹 eternal toddlers, stumbling around the house. maybe i’ll have them just to see what it’s like, and then go to the witch’s hut to turn them into doves and let them go.)

if i wrote a stardew valley AU for my hero, i think it’d be just as hard to pick an endgame in-fic. do we pick izuku, and his rabbits? or bakugou and his explosions, up in the quarry? shouto, following us from the city, trying to leave behind the massive corporation that’s eating the world up that he’s set to inherit? idk! anyways. that’s off-topic. 🥹 do you play, anon??? what’s your favourite part? what’s your farm like???? do you like to have a cuppa in hand, when you settle in to play?

[blackvahana]

Ughhh man sitting here watching a video of someone avoiding and accidentally summoning the warden in minecraft. listen old man. take your realisations(tm) you have for me through fiction and leave

joking. but also

that. whole. tendrils reaching up through the dark thing. Listen! the realisations are way less "this is so familiar as it is" and more im remembering shit that isnt like whats in game, so im not talking about sculk and the warden here but like

coming up through the Nothing in reality, underground caverns where those parts of (----) are just. sticking up like whiskers. the slime on the walls. The funny thing is I cant tell if this is past tense memories or hes telling me to do something, well. thats a lie

its genetic understandings my body and energy Understands how to do already. hes telling me to do it.

ok thats a funny af splash text thanks lev

[princesamermaid]

wait right i had a rlly long dream where i ran away from home bc everyone was so mean to me and kept trying to humiliate me making fun of everything i did like it was my mom at first and i told my sister and then she wasnlike thats so bad ill go out and defend u and then she immediately turns on me and starts doing it too so i was like okay i threw rhe dog out of the window (literally forgot why.. wait maybe i knew if i tried to leave he would bark...!!!) and in rhis fream he was a female dog instead. And he floated down so he wasnt hurt lol. And i went out the front door quietly and i didnt even steaal any of our cars i just put on some shoes and took a big jacket and then raan ran and then there were gangs of evil seeking to kidnap me but i kept going and there was like a weird cavern tavern cave thing w abbunch of women from valerie and her week of wonders the movie also eventually i returned home wearing a disguise like a mask and twin peaks characters (andy and lucy);were.there and nobody noticed me i also ltierally mightve been audrey at that point there was also my old friend and she was talking about how she travels the world & she goes to new jersey to go the gym and i was like wow thats crazy but rlly cool but then eventually got annoyed cuz i just realized she didnt even have a job and was being given a thousand something dollars every month by her parents for free and then i left the house and i saw there was a car that was on with the door left open so i jumped in it was like initially a weird mail delivery car and it was a woman driving and i was thinking oh now i feel bad bc ur a woman id be fine with invading ur car if u were male but i guess this is better for ME and then i asked her i dont have money also did i make u uncomfortable and she was thats okay but like a little and im like im sorryy i can get out bc i dont even have money for u yet im making u uncomforrable and she was like no its okay :-) and i was like basically im running away from home... and then we stopped at some weird place n she gave me a pad bc i needed one i guess but it wws like a SET HOUSE like it was a house used in a show so it was being visited and then i tried changing and some guy got rlly mad at me and was like get outtaa here . There was also a weird movie that i was present in but I really dont remember where it fit in in this story.

[nfnfnfnfndnfkfjfndksjsndnxjsojsn]

the mountains were really fun i am not one for staying with other families other than my own because i have a strict schedule and way to deal with things that im not used to with others. but it was fun i was nervous about max, sammies mean old dog who hates me being in the same car with me but he leaned on me and slept on me most of the time when we got to the site i saw soooo many cows i was going insane happily seeing all the horses and i did my little leg shake thing i was happy. then we set up camp and explored they had this giant blowup pillow and playground there including swings and a great mountain view that i fell in love with as the cows were beside us. we went on the bouncy pillow and we fell in love and these kids tried playing with us which i dont mind i was just happy to be there. we kept laughing at kids being kids. dumb kids. hahahaaha. we had smors and burgers which was alright. i love smors. at night we snuck to the pillow thing and had so much fun jumping on it and feeling like kids again rather than stressed teenagers i was so happy talking about our ocs and friendship as i sat my head on her stomach and talked about how cool we were. the next day we drove to the mountains ( closer ) and took tons of photos they had never been up north ( they made me pick between south or north ) and they seemed to love it with the views i was so happy and i was wearing a cute outfit but i grew tired. as the sun slowly set we all realized we are leaving tomorrow and cant go to the caves/caverns. i was sad but i was getting homesick and sleepy. we went back to the pillow thing while dinner was getting ready i felt so gross and wanted a shower but i was just so tired and hungry. we played on the swings as this boy kept staring at me trying to impress me we just played on swings and the pillow a little before running off to dinner we had meatloaf which ive never had. it was ok. a bit greasy for me. we ran back to the pillow as the fire got ready and played with two kids as me and sammie loved bouncing each other and the kids loved being bounced around it was cute and fun. we ate some smors before going back inside and sleeping the camper. we left the next morning and i dont feel like commenting on the rest im sleepy but something i think about it is the night before the trip i was lying in bed with sammie it was nighttime we were discussing school and people we dont like. we just talked and looked at the ceiling ive never told sammie much other than my parents divorce and my mother is basically missing. but i said everything i talked about my uncles death, how hard having a limp is and how harder it is being a teenage disabled girl in HIGHSCHOOL, family, how its hard to grow up alone etc etc and i tried not crying but i just broke down and looked at her and embraced in her chest and talked about how good of a friend she is and how i dont want anything to hurt her i was crying and trying to stay funny and normal as she happy cried a little and rubbed my back it was sweet i passed out from the tiredness and woke up not remembering it really but she remembered all of it, deja vu anyways i was embarrassed but she talked about how its a 'core' memory now and she loves me. ( also the afternoon and day before she got me a dress and i was still emotional over it ) the mountains were fun i was homesick but i still had fun and didnt feel weighed down by stupid stuff i even have a poster to remember it with. it was a great time. 10/10

[trollsbetumbling]

So Arcane season 2 has hit me over the head while in the middle of my old warrior cats hyperfixation rising up and i thought that since i have now finished season 2(and spent the last ten hours crying about it while doing laundry)

i wanna do a arcane wc au

my current ideas are:

-Piltover and Zaun are one big clan, but separated into two due to piltover(goldclan?, shineclan?,lightclan?) oppressing the zaun cats(maybe due to their ancestors being branded as traitors? or due to them being seen as different in some way? an old prophecy about certain cats(zaun cats) that are going to destroy the clan or smth?)

-piltover cats live on like the mountain?(Or like on a hill? somehow in my mind their more elevated), while the zaun cats are cast down the mountain and into like kinda underground caverns and tunnels?(maybe their on like a shore wheres the waters pollutet, with some of the sea water running in rivers down to the caverns and tunnels, also the water is more polluted? dirty? the deeper they go. Or there also could be like a water source at the piltover level, which fall down into the caverns and tunnels of the zaun(also if i try to fit the plot of arcane into this au, in season two act 2, when in show Caitlyn uses the gray, she could in this au, start poisoning the water? so that most of the water becomes undrinkable))

-Also with like silco and others wanting freedom, it could mean like making their own clan, since they clearly do not have any support from piltover.

-Also with ekko, i think he would like either discover like a new fresh water source within the cave, or like a cavern that leads into like a little valley with forest and also a new water source maybe, they wouldn't have to depend on piltover for water

-Piltover enforcers would be like separate from warriors, as their more like guarding camp and keeping the zaun cats from coming up from the shore and tunnels

-piltover maybe would have like a council of cats instead of a leader, or like combining role of leader and medicine cat(maybe only like the starclan aspect of medicine cats and having separate cats for actually healing cats) and having like multiple advising deputys

-for shimmer, i feel like this could be like a underground plant that singed discovered in the deepest crevices of the tunnels, that he started to cultivate, it would boost the cats strength and adrenaline, but maybe give parts if their fur to have like more purple hue or like old scars becoming more purple colored. it would also cause cats to behave a bit odd if taken too much, leaving them addicted and their immune system deteriorating from over consumption

-Noxians and Ambessa would be like a another clan(crimsonclan? strengthclan? clawclan?), who come to 'assist' Mel(who probably was exiled and moved to piltover when she was like an apprentice? because she wasn't able to get through training to become a noxian warrior or something?)

-the black rose plot i think could be like a dark forest kinda thing where Mel gets trapped for a while and such

Feel free to give your own ideas for this au or your interpretations for how it could go, im very open to ideas and to developing this whole thing(also should silco(ObsidianGaze) have like more of a purple scar or more like burn? scar type thing, maybe the burn scar would also become a slightly more purple hue once he starts using the shimmer, but give me your thoughts!)

[voidselfshipp]

Tretcherous Trading

Cw: none

Summary: jerico trades with his good friend,Vulgrim.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Jerico felt the cold of the icy veil bite at their skin,he can see his breath condensate before them. With a sigh they step into a small cavern where eye shaped windchimes whistle and clink Together.

He stands on the circle with ancient runes and carvings,and in a flash of blue he enters the Void. The air feels stagnant,as if suspended in time itself,but it smells of nothing and theres distant rumbling of something light years away.

Carefully he kicks in flight, and soon approaches the island within the realm where the soul merchant operated. There he is,reading a papyrus and murmuring some of his inner monologue.

--Vulgrim!--Jerico called out,his voice squeaking a little. Despite what the merchant liked to say,he was quite fond of the human and the feeling was mutual.

--Ah,The Ebony Spectre --Cooed the demon,a smirk on his toothy maw--I believe youre here for what you ordered

--I am--the Lady answered,setting his feet on the ground and folding his wings into the runic painting on their back. --And as I promised,one arcane Core. To be handed upon the delivery of my order

Vulgrim put a hand on his chest--Oh,you wond me princess of the icy veil. Of course ill stay true to our agreement --He grabbed four talismans from his pouch--Four angel talismans of healing,as promised--He handed the items.

Jerico uses his abilities to twirl the talismans on the air. They humm with divine essence within the confinements of their metal vessel,beautiful intricate with swirling lines and overhangs. It reminds the human of elvish architecture, only on the back part of the vessel there are a set of two wings on each side.

The Lady of secrets forces some of their arcane energy into them and they let out this whispy green light. Good to know they work..

After that,he hands the arcane Core. Its made of a strong but clearly old metal, and within its sturdy,hexagon shaped glass a purple energy drums like a heartbeat.

--Oh! Perfect. A Lady of your word,no doubt--The demon eagerly took the Core and with a move of his hand the artifact poofs into blue smoke.--Im sure the horsemen Will make great use. You spoil them rotten,dont you think?

--They deserve this and more--Jerico shrugged,poofing away the talismans--Anyway. Thank you vulgrim.

--nothing but the best for my most loyal costumer-- the demon smiled,hands together and fingers twtiching--And most...venust.

After a split second, the meaning of that Word clicks within the girls brain and his face turns a bit pink--Hah! Such a flirt. Didnt know you had it in you.

--Oh please! --The merchant hissed--you take me for a coward? I am a demon,lady.

Jer raised a brow--You dont want me to answer that question,V--He snickered as the merchant rolled his eyes and hissed.--Ill get going now.

Pushing himself up,the human kicks up flight and before leaving kisses the cheek of Vulgrim--Bye!--And with a strong move of their wings they fly away back to the portal.

Vulgrim stands there frozen,his eyes widened and his face darkens with blue. Perhaps fondness was an understatement.

Once back in the icy veil,the Lady of secrets evokes their horse and begins to Trot Back home. Quite happy to have their gift for his beloved,beloved horsemen

[expfcultragreen]

Had a really weird dream. I was in my old room but it was the future and the place was a punkhouse, and luke and a bunch of guys downstairs were leaving because theyd been drafted. I was looking for stuff from the equipment list and packing a bag but it was hard because i had to go thru so much random piles of stuff. Shrew was there and i was like "are you going" and they were like "later." I finally found all my stuff but then the boots i had on had changed and i was wearing hiking boots and the ones i needed were in the stuff which was just like a junkyard of objects and the room was now walless and groundfloor and surrounded by huge piles of compost and i was combing thru the compost and junk for my taller boots using a big invisible diclonius hand. I finally found the boots i needed and then flew or warped to where the militia was doing drills. It was a big soccar field in the downtown ive been dreaming about lately, banked on at least one side by a huge masonic style institutional building. We were practicing with our foot thrusters, which could let us hover or move around but were held on with spearfishing bands and had to be balanced on just right or youd flip over. We were psychically briefed that we'd be fighting the ohmu from nausicaa, and then we were outside the atmosphere shooting ak47s at distant anomalies. At one point i was hanging upside down from one foot trying to get the strap on the other one back on properly. I was juggling my gun and a flashlight and a manual of something, trying not to drop them into space. Finally i got my left foot back in the loop properly and flew back around to regroup with the guys. They were all baitballed up not shooting, and the ohmu were closing in. I had imagined the ohmu like they are in the movie but shooting webbing in front of them to walk along in space, but what was coming at us were more like tapeworms made of nebulae, with pale tiny stars for brains. I had 100% shooting accuracy and was targetting their heads, circling the guys at weird angles to always be targetting the closest ohmu. Someone told me luke had been hurt and i was suddenly on the ground below dragging luke in an emergency room door. But an orderly stopped me and said i needed something before i could go in with luke, and he grabbed my left foot and started sticking a tattoo needle thru the toe of my boot. I was squirming in sympathy pain for the me that had it actually go in their foot, but it was sliding along the top of it without going in fortunately. He stopped and we were both sitting on the ground and someone from a balcony nearby started throwing little fish, which he, wearing a long white doctor coat, was joyfully catching in his big pelican mouth. Finally i ran inside to try to find luke. I went down hallways and checked open rooms and the first staffer i saw was a chinese guy closing a door and i asked where luke was and he was like "in here probably". I went in and it was a long spooky white subterranean tunnel lit light red and at the end of the tunnel was a massive demonic looking cavern, and i was sensing like all the videogame style pockets of hostiles id have to fight just to get through it and i was like no im skipping this part of the dream, and flew back to the door. I went back into the regular hospital and found a receptionist room. They were old white ladies, like senile karens, and they would talk in this nonsensical stream and talk over one another and i kept saying "im sorry, im not following". Finally i left that room and in the entrance foyer of the hospital i saw frank from always sunny in a wheelchair wearing his Ongo Gablogian wig, and i was like "frank!" But he wouldnt answer and his wig became a big hood he was withdrawing into and when i went over and looked in the hood there were three people inside and one of them was a tiny, like 1ft tall girl and she was crying about how she didnt want to be relocated. Finally i found the room luke was in and doug was there too in a different bed, and he was sort of pissed and unimpressed with everything

[birdybirdnerd]

hello i am here i have had A Day but i cant stop thinking about birds and ive been stewing on words for several days now. i love you

the delightful coincidence that she thought to have narrowed her search down to dover, but because beachy head is Right There and she needs to be thorough so she checks there first (and what do you know, Its There), is just SO delightful to me

i love the back and forth of her in the here and now and the her of the past, it creates a lovely reading-feel. cant think of the word but you know what i mean. feels nice to read, like swaying back and forth if that makes sense

god, your descriptions are so beautiful, the way you handle words to make them punch, just, mwah. chefs kiss. 'strange. she would always find herself crying at the idea. she didn't know for a long, long time, that six year olds shouldn't be thinking about that. strange' that shit is HAUNTING in such a good way

'she reeked of tourism and sweat' another fantastic line, so evocative of that specific flavor of physical exertion

hmm, wonder who the missed calls/voicemails are? i have an idea from later on in the story, but the fact that you never specifically say Who it is intrigues and delights me. love some mystery sprinkled in

OOOOH, love the shadows warping Wrongly, foreshadowing that theres Something Else going on

the descriptions of her depression and how it manifests are gut wrenchingly poignant, i can almost feel how heavy it all is. you handle it intimately well and i applaud you; its often hard to find words to describe just what a character/you are feeling and youve done more than well

AND YES. YES. staying alive out of spite, continuing to forge onwards because FUCK the people that try to drag you down, pushing on and fighting for every step. we love to see it- AND we love to see someone take their destiny in their own hands and leave when they know its time

'she had made her own miracle. she'd pulled herself from her own grave. somewhere along the way, she chose to love' when i say my heart swelled and i got chills, man…

the whole 'down. down. down.' paragraph similarly is written so so well, the rhythm of it, the cadence, really drawing you in and keeping you hooked like a heartbeat. chefs kiss

GOD i can FEEL her emotions when she gets there, when she turns out to look at the water, holy shit. and then?? when she thinks its just another dead end?? the sheer panic, the grief, the utter frustration she feels comes out in every word you wrote- and then the frantic way she scrambles for that little crevice, that sliver of a chance that no, she wasn't wrong, its right there-

the description of the cavern/antechamber when she enters is very nice, very evocative. its like im there and boy howdy do i feel unsettled

the image of a floor carpeted in gold feathers, leading up to the figure frozen in gold? thats some good shit right there. primo visuals. hell yes

i loooooove love love LOVE voices that come from nowhere and are in your head and dont have a voice of their own but yet you Understand them, god its such good shit i eat it up every time i see it and you knocked it out of the park with this one dude hell YES

her dedication, her determination, i love it. she tried so so so hard and she made it. im so proud of her. i love her

god, sorry. i love the dissonance between this grand prose, this scene where she is determined and approaching the sun disk and ready to accept her rightful rule, where it demands of her trials to complete to prove her worth, and then- she makes a nerd reference and its just like 'what'. fuckin superb

aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH i love love LOVE the trials, the way you set them up with no clear way to win/choose correctly, and yet she figures it out anyway!!!! i love challenges that have no clear win scenario but which Do Actually that require the challenged to be selfless and clever and to most of all Not Give A Single Shit, its fuckin rad!!!

the whole part in the second trial where she Realizes…. god. more chills. so many chills. all the chills. i love it (sobs)

GOD AND. AND THEN. so many stories that have similar scenarios to the above and end with the challenged choosing themself so often end with the challenged about to die/suffer the consequences they chose, only for things to stop right beforehand, right at the last possible moment, and then theyre told they were right and they win. they dont actually suffer, but up until the last moment, they have to believe with their whole hearts that they will or it lessens the impact

you still made her suffer. she still got attacked, and hurt, and brutalized, and THAT was also part of the trial. she couldnt just accept the consequences in a distant way, a hypothetical way, or even in a way that like. she believed would happen only for it not to Actually happen and spare her the pain. because the level of power she will be getting from this, she NEEDS to understand the consequences, intimately. she needs to suffer, to know truly what she is accepting, what shes doing. and the way it segues so neatly into the final trial, a continuation of that, i just. i dont even have words. youre fuckin rad

so visceral, so detailed, so painful to read because your mastery of description makes us feel like we're there, like we're her, like we're the ones being torn apart to our very atoms. i am envious, its so so SO good.

the sun disk pushing her again and again to let go, to give up, this isnt for you, this is the kind of punishment you will have to suffer day after day if you choose this and youre not ready- except by pushing through and forcing herself to her knees and then her feet and then crawling towards the obelisk even while she is torn apart, she proves that she is ready and dammit she is going to do things her way

if i could just copy and paste the entire section of her remembering her shitty childhood and fighting back and almost giving up and staying alive and choosing life, i would because its all so so good and i love it, but then id just be. pasting a whole section like four hundred words long and this comment is supposed to be MY words dammit anyways i lov eyour words. i love them. i love them

THE NAME REVEAL. i knew going into this her name wasnt mirah but i didnt question it, i figured itd be important later and GOD I WASNT DISAPPOINTED. I LOVE IT and GOD i love the way you wrote the sun disk Knowing and her Realizing and UGH I WANT TO EAT YOUR WRITING MAY GOOD FUCKING GOD ITS SO GOOD

i am jsut. in awe. i dont even know where to start with the section on her actually Becoming. the agony, the descriptions, the way she comes to at the end and shes just so. calm. because its done now. she has Become

and there she goes!

jesus

BIG GOD

Queenie went through a lot of work to get to where she is today. Putting it onto paper was a hard thing to do, for reasons that will become painfully obvious.

Please understand that I’ve had this concept planned out for at least 3 years now—if it reads like an angst ride, it’s because it’s something 2015 May had conceptualized, and I’ve set into stone for years and years. If anything, writing this nailed down some facts about her character and her beliefs that I haven’t gotten to really talk about or study in depth.

10.8k. 30 pages, single spaced. Not an enjoyable ride to read. Heavy, heavy lore—there’s no humor in this one.

Warnings for mention of suicide/suicide idealization, graphic descriptions of violence and body trauma. Also just general angst. Probably some CPTSD.

BIG GOD

The white cliff side stretched along the horizon, a stark contrast to the blue sky that it cut into, to the black sea that crashed against it. From here, she could see the thin red and white lighthouse, could only just make out the coast that crested partway along the bottom.

Beachy Head was the second of the four chalk cliff ranges she’d narrowed the location to. Mirah had seen the Seven Sisters—had scoped the cliffs for over a week, studying every shadow and dip—to no avail. The scripts had been unclear, only truly describing the cliff-side cave entrance as well hidden, barely a blot against the white edges of Albion, soaked in a history of blood.

In all honesty, she predicted the artifact would be at Dover, near the castle. It was a logical conclusion to jump to—the site had been witness to war, over and over again. The right island, the right backstory, it made sense that the scripts would describe Dover.

But Beachy Head was just east of the Sisters, and she wanted to be thorough. She’d come this far.

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Hallo!! This is my first time requesting in this blog so I hope this is ok :D

Can I request C!Techno x dino!hybrid reader? Maybe a raptor or t-rex, I like the idea of having a prehistoric like partner. My childish tendencies made me go back to re-watch every jurassic park movies. But I hope this prompt is ok im not really used to requesting since im a bit shy. Thank you, have a good day and take care!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Hallo, thank you for the request!

I have to be honest, I don't think I've ever wrote something like this /pos

But I'll try my best! Hope you enjoy <3

C!Technoblade × DinoHybrid!Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

For a little bit of backstory

I imagine you having lived your entire life in the deepest part of the servers caverns

Your entire village did

They did it as a way of defending themselves from all the people that thought that your kind had gone extinct with rest of the Dinosaurs

God knows what they would do to you if they found out

You never shared the same thought as the rest of the village did

There was so much to explore on the surface and you wanted to see it with your own eyes

And one day the opportunity came

Somebody who was visiting must've mined to far into the caves, almost discovering your village, before they completely gave up thinking they wouldn't have found anything this deep

As the person started mining back up, you followed them up too

And that's when the light of the sun first hit you. The big ball of fire that you had only heard from your grandparents was now right there, in front of you

But you looked at it for too much and ended up burning your sight, which made you let out a whine and allert the person you followed

After reasoning with them, and them realizing that you couldn't have been a threat since they've never seen you before, you two introduced yourselves

His name was Technoblade, a piglin hybrid that happened to have so much time on his hands that he decided to try and mine as deep as he could in the caverns

You explained your whole situation to the piglin, happy to finally be able to talk about it with someone that wasn't like you

And Techno seemed pretty intrigued by you and your village

You two decided to keep this whole situation a secret. Techno would never talk about the village to anyone if he would visit you to teach you about the surface

Teaching you turned out to be...harder then the blood god expected

You knew nothing about the other living creatures, the resources and basically anything that wasn't under ground

But he had fun teaching you. You reminded him of a new born child starting to learn new things around them

He also liked to ask questions about your village and your species, to which you would happily answer

And he also adored to see you put your Dino abilities in action

Of course, all the time you two have spent togheter led to a change in your relationship; a change that had to then be discussed with both of your families

So, after much reassurance that everything would be ok and that if anything bad happened Techno would not leave your side, you brought him to meet your family

They were shocked, to say the least. A bit skeptical to let you and him be togheter

But after much talking and seeing just how much love you two shared for eachother, they decide to close an eye and let you be happy with Techno

Maybe the fact that he wasn't 100% human was a bonus, but we don't talk about that

The piglin also brought you to meet his family

You first met Phil, another hybrid, who quickly took a liking to you since you made Techno happy

The he introduced you to his two brothers, Tommy and Wilbur

Wilbur was very polite and teased Techno a lot, almost bringing out old pictures of baby Techno

Tommy happened to be with his two best friends, Tubbo and Ranboo, and the three found you cool and spent a good hour asking you questions

Technoblade had to step in to stop them from talking your ear off

After the hard part was out of the way, things seemed to go smoothly

You moved in with Techno on the surface

Some of the other dino hybrids from your village decided to give it a try and got out to explore

And your family came to visit you and the bllod god from time to time

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Hiraeth - I.X: Was it Worth it in the End? Part One

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, very heavy Angst, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, violence, explicit descriptions of fighting, blood and gore, mentions of death and murder, mentions of trauma, some satanic themes, etc.

word count: 7,1k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

A/N: It’s finally here! Thank you all for your patience and support! Please enjoy! 

“—this plan is fucking insane!” 

“You said anywhere was better than the mansion!” 

“That was before I knew you were claiming sanctuary with the very people that sent Teenage Chewbacca to maul Jinyoung and I!” 

“It was Minho who turned Changbin! How many goddamn times do I have to say that to get it through your thick skull!?” 

The incessant bickering of the two voices gradually lifts Jinyoung from his slumber, reintroducing his mind to the workings of reality. He flutters his eyes open, surprised at the lack of light, and forces himself to sit up. At his sudden movement, his head roars with pain, sending a dizzy spell through his limbs. He manages to swallow the temporary vertigo and keep upright, quickly realizing his current position in the backseat of a car. 

“Jinyoung?... Oh thank god—he’s awake.” 

“It’s about fucking time.” 

“(Y/N)? Jaebeom-hyung?” Jinyoung squints, attempting to map out your and his brother’s silhouettes through the blackness. He manages to pinpoint the annoyed glare of the latter in the passenger seat, thus concluding that you are probably driving. “What happened? How did I get here?” 

“While you were taking a snooze, that fucking superwolf broke into our home and nearly ripped my throat out.” Jaebeom snorts, “Of course, not until after he impaled me with my own landscaping.” 

“I managed to stake him before he hurt Jaebeom.” You pipe in, “But we don’t think it killed him—only slowed him down long enough to let us get away.” 

Jinyoung shakes his head in both confusion and shock, immediately regretting the decision when his brain pounds like a bass drum. He allows himself a moment to pass the ache before cautiously speaking, “And… where exactly are we going?” 

“Yeah, Wonder Woman. Why don’t you tell my brother where your brilliant idea for refuge is?” 

Jinyoung can feel the intensity of your glare from the back seat. 

“I’m taking us to the wolf pack.” You murmur softly, “If anyone has a chance of talking Changbin down, it will be his own people.” 

“And as I was explaining to our dear (Y/N), the wolf pack also has a pretty large bounty over our heads.” Jinyoung hears Jaebeom release a heavy sigh before leaning back in his seat, “We’ll be attacked the moment we step foot out of this car.” 

“Would you stop being so damn paranoid?” Your frustrated demand echoes throughout the car, “Not everyone is out to kill you—”

“I’ve made a lot of enemies over the centuries, little dove… Killed a lot of people—pissed off even more.” 

“Maybe, but I know you didn’t kill Jackson Wang.” 

The car grows dead silent minus the heavy breathing of who Jinyoung assumes to be his hybrid companion. He tries to make out Jaebeom’s expression, but it’s too dark. His imagination will have to do. 

“Everyone says you did, but I know there’s more to the truth.” You say, “I may not know what exactly happened, but Jackson’s death wasn’t your fault—either of your faults.” 

“And how exactly do you know this?” 

“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that the pack is our only viable option at the moment, and I need you to trust me on this.” 

Jaebeom sighs, “Good God—this is not happening.”

“I trust her.” Jinyoung answers without hesitation, reaching across the council to lay a hand on the hybrid’s shoulder. “We have no reason not to, hyung.” 

“And why the hell not?” To his dismay, Jaebeom shrugs away from Jinyoung’s touch. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you with my life.” 

“Because I could have let Changbin kill you… but I didn’t.” 

Jaebeom grows silent again. And although no words are said, Jinyoung knows—and knows that you know—that the conversation ended in your favor. Jaebeom may be a paranoid, narcissistic sociopath, but even he is capable of hope in the darkest of moments. 

A sudden gasp disrupts the hushed atmosphere, resonating from beside Jinyoung a mere foot away. For the first time, he notices a third body propped in the seat next to him. The figure writhes and releases a set of whimpers before growing still once again. 

“We have another issue.” Jaebeom murmurs darkly, “Changbin bit Tzuyu during our fight, and when I tried to heal her with my blood… it didn’t work.” 

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean it didn’t work?” 

“Minho transformed Changbin into a weapon that would have the power to kill you and Jaebeom—the only two invincible beings in existence.” Your explanation causes Jinyoung’s heart to sink, “His venom can’t be cured by Jaebeom’s blood, so…” 

“So Tzuyu is going to die unless we find a cure.” Jaebeom finishes with a hum, “We better get to it fast cause the hallucinations are already starting.” 

“The pack will help us.” You affirm. “I know they will.” 

Jinyoung truly hopes that your confidence is well placed. Afterall, it is his, Jaebeom and Tzuyu’s lives all on the line. 

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“I don’t think I’ll be able to do this.” Mark stresses, flipping through the grimoire with enough force to tear the pages. “This spell needs a lot of power—” 

“Can’t you do what Youngjae does and channel something? Like a celestial event?” 

Mark shakes his head. “Even that won’t be enough. I would have to channel the power unnaturally… through black magic.” 

“It’s only one spell—what harm could it do?” 

“Black magic is dark magic, Jack.” Mark directly addresses his werewolf companion, shaking his head even more feverishly. “It’s unpredictable… We could offset the balance of nature and—” 

“I don’t give a shit about the balance of nature, Mark!” Jackson cuts in, “This may be our one and only chance to get rid of the Primes—to protect our town and the ones we love… Don’t you think that’s a little more important than upsetting the magic gods?...”

“You don’t understand—magic always comes with a price.” Mark says darkly, “I can’t trust what will happen if I use black magic… For fucksake, Jackson—I could kill you.” 

Jackson places his hands on Mark’s shoulders, staring deep into the witch’s eyes. “I trust you with my life, Mark… and I know you won’t let me down.” 

Mark debates with himself, attempting to find a solution past the chaos of his thoughts. His gut tells him it's a bad idea, but Jackson, his best friend, is telling him otherwise. He’s right—it is only one spell—and like he said, Jackson trusts him… 

Mark just has to trust himself too. 

“Alright.” He finally nods, “I won’t let you down… I promise.” 

“Mark-hyung—Mark!” 

At the call of his name, Mark’s mind springs from unconsciousness. His eyes snap open, discovering multiple familiar faces staring down at him. He releases a pained groan, just now recognizing the ache running through his entire body, before murmuring softly: 

“What… happened?”

“How much do you remember?” 

Mark attempts to pilfer through his memories, recalling his argument with Minho that resulted in the theft of his magic and the moments thereafter where said witch transformed Changbin into a super werewolf. He closes his eyes shut and leans back with a huff. 

“How long have I been out?” 

Youngjae hums, “At least a couple hours. Minho locked us in the old crypt after you passed out, so we really don’t have any sense of time.” 

“Sounds fucking fantastic.” With a deep moan, Mark forces himself into a sitting position. His spine wails at the movement, but he pays it no mind and instead stretches his arms over his head in an attempt to work out the knots in his bones. He also takes the time to survey his surroundings, discovering, just as Youngjae said, to be inside the dingy, crumbling underground cavern beneath the mausoleum. He can’t remember the last time he’s been down here—how ironic. 

“I’m guessing Changbin made a beeline for the Project Estate?”

“Didn’t even hesitate.” Youngjae answers, “You don’t think he got them… do you?” 

“I honestly could care less about the Primes right now.” With Youngjae’s help, Mark manages to push himself to his feet before finding purchase against a stone pillar. He takes a second to catch his breath, then continues, “There’s an exit down here that leads into a bunch of old tunnels underneath the graveyard. If we can find it, there’s a chance we might—” 

“I wouldn’t think about it, hyung.” Mark’s suggestion dies on his tongue as his favorite witch emerges from a dark corner. Beside him, Youngjae releases a surprised gasp while seeming to shrink in on himself. Mark, on the other hand, doesn’t budge. 

“Enjoying this villain complex a little too much, don’t you think?” 

“You don’t seem very happy with me, Mark-hyung…” Minho smirks.

“Okay—you’ve had your damn fun.” Mark sneers, “Let us all go before I really start to get pissed.” 

“Like you can do anything about it anyway, without any magic and all—” The witch wiggles his finger in which the ancient ring still rests. “—and don’t worry. Once the blood moon fully passes, you’re all free to leave.” 

“You’re a real fucking psycho, you know that? You really think Changbin is gonna manage to kill both Jaebeom and Jinyoung by himself?” 

“I could care less if he does.”

Mark’s eyes narrow, “Why are you keeping us down here? What else could you possibly want?” 

“Well, I want to make you suffer as much as possible… but that was already kind of obvious, don’t you think?” 

“I’m serious, Minho!” Mark’s hiss echoes between the stone walls of the crypt, bouncing back in his ears like a record on repeat. “Why go to all this trouble to kill the Primes? To mess with me? Are you really that desperate for revenge? That you’d hurt your own people trying to get it?” 

Minho shakes his head with a growl, “You all made it very clear that I was never a part of this coven.” 

“That is such bullshit!” Mark peers over his shoulder to find Lia emerging from another part of the cavern, followed closely by a quivering, wild-eyed Jisung. “You just never got over the fact that we chose Mark as coven leader—not you!” 

“At least I could have kept Nayeon alive!” 

“Nayeon’s death wasn’t Mark’s fault! It wasn’t any of our faults!” Lia screams, “Why are you so strung up about this anyway!?”

“Because I loved her!” The atmosphere grows strangely tense at the young witch’s confession, effectively forming the beginnings of a large lump in Mark’s throat. That mass only grows as Minho continues on, “She was the only one who understood me! She believed in me when no one else would!” 

Through the corner of his eye, Mark can see the same shock and pain spreading along Youngjae’s features as his own, as well as Jisung’s. 

Lia’s expression, however, does not change. “I think you forget that all of us loved Nayeon—all of us are still grieving. It’s not just you.” 

“You don’t understand—” 

“Then make us understand for crying out loud!” Lia exclaims while throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “You go on about all this bullshit that we never try to include you, when it’s you who never tries—it’s you who always pushes us away!

“We’re supposed to be a team—a family… We are all that’s left of this coven, and look at us now.” 

Minho remains silent. 

A single tear cascades down Lia’s cheek as she shakes her head. “Nayeon-unnie would be so disappointed… in all of us.” 

At her words, Mark feels his heart practically sink into his stomach. He notices the blank expression etched across Minho’s face, wondering what could possibly be going through the young witch’s mind. For a moment, he has hope that Lia’s speech actually knocked some sense into him—that he’ll actually make amends and set them free. 

But alas… he speaks too soon. 

“Apné sà mene…” Mark immediately recognizes the incantation for a boundary spell, attempting to hurry toward the doorway in which Minho retreated towards. His chest smacks into an invisible barrier, sending his body sprawling back to the crypt floor. Both Youngjae and Lia rush to his side to help him back to his feet—a new pain lingering in his side. 

He glares at the retreating witch with all his might. 

“You’re gonna regret this.” 

“Not as much as I regret ever looking up to you.” Minho waves his hand one final time, making sure to flash his ring, before disappearing up the staircase that leads out of the crypt. With a bitter taste in his mouth, Mark watches as he goes, continuing to do so until he hears the familiar sound of a closing door. 

He turns to the trio. “Any chance one of you can break the boundary spell?” 

“I might be able to siphon enough power from Lia and Jisung to take it down—” Youngjae shakes his head, “—but it will only be temporary. Maybe ten seconds or less?” 

“That’s better than nothing.” Mark nods, “When Youngjae breaks it open, you guys will go through the passageways and head to the Wang Cabin to warn the wolf pack—” 

“No.” Lia interrupts his explanation, “Minho will be able to sense our magical energy the minute we step foot out of the boundary. You, however, do not have any magic at the moment.” 

“You need to warn the pack, hyung.” Youngjae agrees with a nod, “You’re the only one that can get out undetected.” 

Mark feverishly shakes his head, “There’s no fucking way I’m leaving you three here. It’s not happening—”

“Don’t worry about us.” Lia says, “I have a plan to stop both Minho and Changbin.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Minho bound Changbin’s power to his own in order to complete the transformation.” She explains, pointing up toward the ceiling. “Once the blood moon is over, Minho will no longer have the power to uphold the spell, so Changbin will no longer be able to remain in his enhanced form, which means…” 

“Which means we have to stop the spell before the night ends.” Mark breathes, “Okay… How do we do that?” 

“Youngjae can siphon Minho’s magic which should give us enough power to counteract the spell completely… that is, if we can get close enough.” 

“Once Mark-hyung warns the pack, we’ll have more than enough backup to take him down.” Youngjae adds, “We need to do this now, before he comes back.” 

Mark shakes his head again, “I don’t know about this—”

“We can do this. Trust us, Mark.” 

Lia’s determined gaze strikes a chord deep within Mark’s chest. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look so serious and resolute… 

He’s never seen her look so much like a leader. 

“Fine.” He reluctantly agrees, “Let’s do it.”  

“Lia? Jisung?” At Youngjae’s call, both of the younger witches offer their hands for the siphoner to take. His own hands glow as he begins the counter incantation, gesturing for Mark to make his move with a nod of his head. Mark does as requested, carefully sliding past a crack in a nearby pillar to enter the secret passageway. 

He spares one final glance at his coven mates, admiring the fierce passion along each of their features, before turning into the tunnel and becoming one with the shadows of the night.

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Sometimes you forget life even existed before your time in Moon Dye Bay. Maybe it’s a result of your newfound interest in supernatural existence, or possibly due to the close relationships you’ve made throughout your stay. In the entirety of your time of living, you’ve never once called anywhere home, and while you still refuse to commit yourself to such a description, you can’t deny that this strange, little town has come pretty damn close. 

Before you moved to Moon Dye, you lived in Chicago for about a year while finishing up your graduate work. Not quite in the city, but in a borderline rundown suburbia on the outskirts. There, you rented a decent condo for dirt cheap and found a well-paying, easy office job right down the street. It was every college student's greatest dream—until it wasn’t. 

To this day, your mind still doesn’t recall the event as vividly as it should. Probably in an effort to ease the underlying trauma and fear. Even so, you don’t like to think back on it too much… Who would—when you’re the only survivor in a massacre of dozens of innocent people? 

But even so, if it weren’t for that day, you would never have ended up in Moon Dye Bay… nor learned that fairy tale creatures aren’t quite fictional afterall. 

You push the thought away to focus on pulling into the nonexistent driveway. The passenger beside you releases a rather loud groan as the car rocks back and forth, but you choose not to comment on his obvious distaste of your driving. You’re too exhausted… and frankly, you just don’t care at this point. 

“You guys stay in the car.” You say while killing the engine and shrugging off your seatbelt, “I should talk to them first just in case, so try not to get yourselves in any more trouble while I’m gone.” 

Jaebeom clicks his tongue, “Says the one who can’t seem to go one day without being attacked.” 

“Hyung—” Jinyoung goes to scold his brother, but your voice beats him to it. 

“Last I checked, it was your girlfriend, your proxy vampire minion, and, surprise, surprise, you who have all tried to turn me into a human blood bag.” You exit the car before throwing one final glare at the hybrid, “Keep treating me like some sort of liability, and the next time someone tries to kill your pompous ass, I won’t be so kind as to save your fucking life.” 

With that, you shove the vehicle door shut with a little more force than necessary and storm toward the cabin, attempting to push the annoyance from mind. You wouldn’t usually waste your breath on something like Jaebeom’s pettiness, but with the combination of the stress of the current situation and fear for everyone’s lives at stakes, you really don’t want to deal with the hybrid’s need to make you feel like the dumbest person on the planet. 

You eventually reach the front door, lifting a hand to knock at the wooden surface. The ominous silence of the nighttime tugs at your nerves as you wait—hopefully one of the wolves is actually up at this hour… maybe you should have called beforehand? 

As each minute passes, your patience grows thinner and thinner. Even after another series of rather obnoxious knocks, no one opens the door. You debate returning to the car and discussing a Plan B with your undead squad, but decide to check the backyard first. Maybe the pack is having some sort of late night bonfire…? 

You carefully navigate your way around the cabin, using the light of your cellphone as a guide through the darkness. Minus catching your toe on a loose board in the decking, you manage to make it to the back of the cabin unscathed. However, the sight that you find is definitely far from that of the bonfire: 

From what little you can see, the yard is completely trashed. Picnic tables lay in splintered halves while other pieces of furniture are either smashed to smithereens or tossed to the side. Even Dahyun’s clothesline is no longer standing, and is instead strewn carelessly across the grass along with its collection of unfolded laundry. A particular sweatshirt catches your attention, appearing somewhat dirty in the minimal light. Once you’re close enough, you take the garment in your own two hands to better identify the mysterious stains… and you almost wish you hadn’t seen it in the first place when the realization settles in your head: 

A large splotch of fresh blood is decorated across the fabric like an unfinished painting.  

“Shit…” You curse, searching the area for any other possible clues of the pack’s whereabouts. Near the edge of the pond, you discover what seems to be an array of footprints in the mud, leading into the black of the quiet forest. There are multiple sets, you find, and you hope they all belong to the werewolves in question… 

You know you should return to the car and report your findings to Jaebeom and Jinyoung, but something in your gut tells you that someone is in trouble. 

Before you can dwell on the cons, you push forward into the woods, following the muddy footprints as best as you possibly can. Between pushing away mischievous branches and stepping over lazy logs, you’re almost reminded of the path you traversed before you met with Mina… You can only hope the events that follow this time aren’t as horrific. 

“Yugyeom!...” You call softly, trying not to mistake each tree trunk as the silhouette of a person. “Bang Chan!... Anyone out here!?...” 

The screech of the nightly breeze is your response. You eventually lose the footprint trail, unable to base your path off of anything but intuition. Your desire to turn back is strong, but you’ve come this far… and you doubt you’ll even be able to find your way back to the cabin at this point. 

Your body tenses as a high-pitched wail enters your ears—a wail that sounds oddly similar to that of a human. Against the siren in your head screaming red flags, you head in the direction in which the noise came from. The silence pesters you as you go, practically electrifying your nerves from the inside out. 

Out of nowhere, your foot catches some kind of large branch or rock, sending your body sprawling toward the earth with a loud gasp. You manage to break your fall with your arms, ignoring the gentle ache in your wrists, and scramble to grab the phone you dropped on the way down. Your anxiety is practically through the roof by the time the device is back in your grasp, but you muster up the courage and move to continue your search. However, the reveal of something that looks oddly like a human limb freezes your muscles. 

It wasn’t a branch you tripped over… it was a leg. 

“(Y/N)...” 

It takes you a moment to identify the voice between the shock and fear, but all at once, your uneasiness shifts to concern. 

“D… Dahyun!?” 

After moving your light for a better view, you discover the female wolf slumped against a tree and covered head to toe in what seems to be a combination of blood and sticky mud. Her clothes are practically stained crimson, which you quickly realize is the result of the large jagged rock protruding from her abdomen. 

“Holy shit… What happened to you?” You drop to her level to better assess her condition. There are more wounds embedded across her arms and chest—wounds that resemble claw marks…  

“It was Changbin…” Your heart practically plummets to your stomach at her revelation. Dahyun pauses to cough—a couple projectiles of blood spewing from her lips—before continuing, “He attacked the pack… but he—he was different… Super strong and super fast and—and… It’s almost like he was—”

“Upgraded.” You finish, “Minho transformed Changbin into a weapon to kill Jaebeom and Jinyoung—the same spell Mark tried to use on Jackson.” 

“It was more than that, (Y/N)...” She shakes her head, “Changbin wasn’t… wasn’t like himself…” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was a monster…” You allow the wolf to grab your hand, ignoring the sticky feel of her blood against your skin. “I don’t—I don’t even know if anyone else is still alive… I don’t—I mean, I can’t—” 

“Shhh.” You hum gently, reaching up to push away the hair melded to her sweaty forehead. Dahyun somewhat calms at your touch, but just from the wild expression along her features, you can tell the poor girl is scared out of her fucking mind. 

“We’ll deal with that later, but right now, I need to get you out of here—”

You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence before she’s practically lurching away from you. 

“No! You’re the one who needs to leave!” 

“Dahyun—”

“He will kill you, (Y/N)!” She hiccups, “You need to run before he finds you!”

“I’m not just going to leave you here to bleed out—”

“She’s right.” You whirl around at the new voice, and to your surprise, discover a disheveled Yugyeom emerging from the darkness. Similar to the female wolf, gaping claw-marks decorate his face, chest and lower abdomen. His arm also seems to be broken and his knee badly dislocated—you can almost see the bone peeking out of his skin. 

You hurry to catch the wolf before he collapses, carefully lowering him to lean against the same tree Dahyun is propped against. A pained wheeze passes his lips, but his expression remains as stoic and as determined as ever. 

“If you care about your life, then you’ll run.” 

“And if I care about yours and Dahyun’s lives?” 

“We’re already as good as dead.” 

“No—” You shake your head feverishly, “—I refuse to let you throw yourself to the big bad wolf like some fucking martyr, so you either start moving or I’ll drag you by the skin of your teeth.” 

Yugyeom’s expression softens. “You sound like Jackson-hyung…”

If it were any other situation, you would have allowed yourself the time to respond to the newcomer’s comparison… but you’d rather not stay and risk the chance of encountering any more surprises. 

“C’mon.” You carefully throw Dahyun’s arm over your shoulder, mindful not to push the rock deeper into her abdomen. Once you’re sure she won’t buckle back to the forest floor, you offer your free hand to the third party. “None of us are dying tonight.” 

A familiar, malicious chuckle has your limbs growing numb.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Like a creature of the night, a smirking Changbin saunters into view. His clothes are torn and tarnished with blood, yet there’s no trace of injury along his skin. With the little light you have, you can just barely make out the black veins decorating underneath his eyes—the magic is already starting to consume him. 

“Listen to me…” You murmur cautiously, maneuvering your body so Dahyun is safe behind and out of reach. “You’re under the effects of dark magic, okay? You’re not yourself—” 

“I’ve never felt more like myself than I have now.” Your eyes dart around the area as Changbin leers closer and closer, attempting to find something sharp or heavy enough to knock him out. Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any tea mugs or large branches in sight—

“I don’t want to hurt you, Changbin…”

“Really? Cause I sure want to hurt you…” He smiles devishly,  “In fact, I’m just dying to rip out your fucking throat after that bullshit stunt you pulled back at the manor—” 

“Leave her out of this, Bin.” Yugyeom hisses, clutching his chest while keeping himself supported against the tree. “If you have a problem, then take it out on me… Not her.” 

“Oh, don’t worry… I’ll get to you next, hyung.” Changbin suddenly approaches, providing you no preparation as he snatches your wrist and pulls. With the little strength she has left, Dahyun attempts to defend you, landing a couple heavy hits against the attacker’s head. However, it only takes a good shove to send her flying to the ground—leaving you helpless in the arms of the beast. 

You try to throw your own punches, but Changbin is both stronger and faster by miles. In the blink of an eye, he has your figure pinned to the ground with a calloused hand around your throat. Your lungs immediately go into a frenzy as the superwolf cuts off your oxygen supply. You claw at his fingers, breaking skin and fighting for breath, but his grip remains as firm as steel.

“…Think of…” You choke—your eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.  “…J-Jack…son…” 

“What the fuck did you say—!?” 

A loud bang erupts through the area, drowning out Changbin’s demand. Through the dark spots of your vision, you notice a gaping hole in the center of his throat. Another bang sounds, and this time, his head is blown to shreds of brain matter and skull. His grip immediately loosens, permitting your intake of oxygen once more. You quickly scramble away from the now unmoving corpse, gasping for air and clutching your swollen neck. 

You’re almost glad it’s dark, so you can’t see the extent to which Changbin’s head had been mutilated. 

Your ears are still vibrating when someone takes your shoulders.

“Jinyoung…?” 

“Are you hurt?”

“No—no… I’m fine.” You allow the vampire to help you back to your feet. “Is… he?” 

“For now.” Jinyoung hums, leading you into a nearby circle of light. To your surprise, you discover Mark carrying Dahyun with one arm and supporting Yugyeom with the other—a large shotgun splayed along his back. “Mark is a remarkable shot… I don’t think you wish to see, but Changbin won’t be bothering us for at least a couple hours.” 

You release a sigh of relief. “Great… But now what?” 

“Yugyeom says the rest of the pack is holed up in a secret bunker deeper into the forest.” Mark speaks for the first time, “We should head there… We all need to talk.” 

“There’s no time like the present.” Jaebeom pipes up, emerging from the shadows with an unconscious Tzuyu in his arms. “I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t want to be here when this guy wakes up…”

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Jackson is floating, aimlessly traveling through a white fog in which reality doesn’t quite reach. The Other Side is funny like that—Jackson doesn’t exist in the eyes of nature, therefore, when he’s not visiting the land of the living, he’s merely suspended in a state of nonexistence with nothing but the company of his own thoughts. He’ll spot the spirit of a fellow supernatural every so often, but even then… he’s completely alone. 

Until he found you. 

A wave of fondness spreads through Jackson’s veins—as if he had drunk a comforting cup of hot tea. In all the time he’s spent in the neverending nothingness, he never once thought he’d be able to feel again… but like a firework in the black of night, you sparked every bit of hope and passion and liveliness lingering within his mortal spirit. Maybe it was your determination that reminded him of his past self, or maybe it was your eyes—so bright with the stars of mortality—that made Jackson want to live again, to experience the warmth of your smile and the chill of your gaze in the depths of a true beating heart. 

Something about you just makes him feel so… human. 

Jackson snickers to himself before peering over his shoulder, having previously noticed some kind of blurred silhouette in the distance. It’s too far to tell, but he can just barely make out the approaching shape of another spirit—likely a newly deceased supernatural. He prepares to retire back to his thoughts, but is, however, interrupted when an ice-cold feeling overtakes the entirety of his being. Jackson freezes, both from the cold and his realization: 

The witches know about his plan… and they’re not happy about it. 

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“—so once Youngjae siphons Minho’s power, he’ll be able to reverse the spell and turn Changbin back to normal.” Jaebeom keeps his focus on the witch as he relays his explanation to the many other audience members scattered around the bunker. He never thought the day would come where he would actually be working in tandem with Mark Tuan, the motherfucking magician himself, but here he is—

“What if Youngjae can’t perform the spell in time?” The pack’s beta, Yugyeom speaks up from his seat at a small, cardboard table stationed in the tiny kitchenette. He stretches his newly healed knee out in front of him before sparing Mark an inquisitive glance, “What happens then?” 

“Minho’s power is the only anchor keeping Changbin alive, most of which he's drawing from the eclipse. Once that power runs out, then Changbin’s form will give out, which means—” 

“He’ll die.” Dahyun finishes, pacing from one end of the underground shelter to the other. If it weren’t for the blood stains on her clothing and the large bandage encompassing her exposed abdomen, it would be impossible to tell she had been stabbed only minutes ago.

Being a werewolf certainly does pay off. 

Mark nods, “Yes.”  

“How long do we have then? Roughly?”

“‘Til the moon goes down, so about an hour and a half. Two hours at the most.”

“Shit.” She curses, “We’re so fucking screwed.”

“Let’s not jump to the worst of all evils so quickly.” Jaebeom fights the urge to roll his eyes as his brother, always the hero, appears from the next room before assuming his perch beside your sitting figure. He hands you an ice pack while still speaking to Mark, “You’re certain Youngjae will have enough strength to disarm the witch?” 

“Not really, but it’s the only option at this point.” 

“While this pathetic excuse of a plan is super great and all, there’s still a pretty big fucking elephant in the room.” Ignoring the harsh glare the witch sends his way, Jaebeom continues, “There’s a cure for werewolf wonder’s bite, right? Some sort of witchy antidote or spell—?”

“As sorry as I am for your vampire girlfriend, I never thought of a cure when I designed the spell.” Mark’s eyes flash with something akin to resentment, spilling amusement through Jaebeom’s veins like a toxin. “When I want something—someone dead, I want them to stay dead.” 

Jaebeom snorts. “Still the same punk ass kid you’ve always been, Tuan… It’s nice to see that nothing’s changed.” 

“You’re a fucking prick—” 

“Mark-hyung. Don’t.” Yugyeom places a calming hand on Mark’s shoulder, stopping him from storming over to where Jaebeom is currently smirking like a fool. The wolf glances at the latter before shaking his head, “We have bigger things than petty rivalries to worry about.”

To Jaebeom’s disappointment, Mark agrees with a sigh. 

“Right… It’s just been a real shitty night.” 

“For all of us, it’s safe to say.” Jaebeom doesn’t miss the warning look his brother sends his way, shaking his head scoldingly before turning to the witch-werewolf pair. “Could Changbin’s blood possibly reverse the venom’s effects? Similar to Jaebeom?” 

Mark shakes his head, “Changbin isn’t a hybrid like your asshole of a brother. His blood has no healing properties whatsoever—”

“But there has to be something.” Your voice immediately cuts the former off, allowing Jaebeom some time to suppress the urge to fly across the room and tear the witch’s tongue from his mouth. “Youngjae once told me that magic always has a loophole, so a cure has to exist—we just have to figure out what it is.” 

“I admire your positivity, little dove, but we don’t exactly have the time for trial and error.” Jaebeom peers over his shoulder at a sleeping Tzuyu—who is still showing no signs of possible consciousness or life in general. Her skin is flushed and sweaty with fever, but he can sense how her limbs tremble beneath the poison coursing through her veins. His chest tightens for a moment, only until he returns his focus back onto the conversation at hand: 

“Minho might have an idea, but it’s a long shot.” Mark exhales, “Once we take him down, there’s no guarantee he’d tell us—if there is a cure, that is—and with the combined effects of your and Changbin’s venom, I have no clue how long your girlfriend has until—” 

A sudden clatter has everyone leaping from their seats. Yugyeom flies to the bunker door in mere seconds while Mark snatches his shotgun from the kitchen counter behind him. Through the corner of his eye, Jaebeom notices Jinyoung usher you behind his form before pressing a small pocket knife between your fingers. The blossoming of the black bruises along your throat sparks rancor through the hybrid’s veins, and he readies himself into his own fighting stance. 

“Yugyeom!?... Are you in there!?” 

Yugyeom’s hostile expression transitions into one of relief—the tension melting from his body like snow. Although the voice is apparently familiar to the rest, Jaebeom remains tense as the beta goes about unlocking the bunker door. He almost expects a cackling Changbin to come bursting through the trapdoor, but is pleasantly surprised when a new figure comes into view—another limp body thrown precariously over his shoulder. 

“Oh my god! Chan—Felix!” Dahyun immediately rushes toward the pair. Her gaze practically alive with fear. “Holy shit—is he alive!?”

The newcomer, who Jaebeom assumes to be Chan, sets down the teenager, presumably Felix, on one of the bunk beds with the help of Yugyeom and Mark. He catches Jinyoung helping a third figure, a teenage girl who can’t be over eighteen, into the bunker as well. Judging by her glassy irises and quivering lips, she seems as if she is going to burst into tears at the drop of a thimble. The group’s collective ragged appearance, Jaebeom knows, signifies the aftermath of one hell of a fight. 

“What the hell happened out there, Chan!?” Yugyeom’s demand awakens the hybrid from his trance, forcing him to return his focus to the newcomer. 

“H-He found us…” Chan murmurs darkly, “I… I tried to protect them… but he was too strong…” 

“How is that possible?” Jaebeom frowns. “Sabrina the Witch over here blew his fucking head off—” 

“They had to have been attacked before then.” Jinyoung places a calming hand on his shoulder, which he is quick to shake off. 

The strange werewolf nods in agreement, “We took our time to get here—didn’t want to risk running into him again…” 

“Wait…” The room grows hushed at Dahyun’s exclamation. When Jaebeom turns toward the female wolf, his annoyance falters at the panicked expression etched along her pretty features. “Where the hell is Chaeyoung…?” 

Chan remains silent and still, like a boy fresh out of war, but Jaebeom has witnessed enough in his many lifetimes to see the answer written all along his face. 

Yugyeom stands. His expression grim, almost sorrowful, as if he already knows too. 

“Bang Chan… Where is Chaeyoung?” 

“…she’s dead…” His whisper is barely audible, yet the hybrid can see how deeply those two words wound the crowd around him. “…bled out… there was nothing I could do…”   

“Fuck…” Dahyun shivers before burying her face into her palms and letting out an even louder curse, “Fuck!...”

“I’m so sorry…” 

Your soft voice carries over the female wolf’s sobs. Fascinated, Jaebeom watches as you maneuver your way across the bunker to kneel in front of a now sitting Bang Chan. You take his trembling hands between your own and peer up at the wolf with the most sympathetic gaze he has ever seen—his own heart can’t help but lurch at the sight. 

“I hate to add to the list, but we have another issue—” Mark groans, pulling his hand away from the incapacitated teenager’s neck to press it against his own perspirating forehead. “—Felix was bitten…” 

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” 

“Dahyun—please.” Yugyeom sighs, “I just—shit.” 

“We need to find that cure. Now.” Jinyoung steps forward, turning to speak directly to Mark. “I will go to the graveyard to assist your coven. With my help, it should be fairly simple to disarm the rogue.” 

“Don’t underestimate him. You’re still gonna have to put up a damn good fight.” 

“I can well manage on my own.” 

Jaebeom shakes his head with a sneer, “I seriously doubt that, considering you got yourself poisoned the last time you played goddamn Superman.” 

As much as Jinyoung puts up the invincible front, Jaebeom has known his brother for a long, long time—and also knows that the previous encounter with the superwolf left him much weaker than before. He can see it in the trembling of his hands and the pained lines etched along his forehead. He’ll get himself killed long before he reaches the graveyard. 

“Jaebeom should go too.” You rise from your kneeling position to join the group. “Two pairs of hands are better than one. You can protect each other.” 

“Absolutely not.” Jinyoung disagrees, “Jaebeom needs to remain here in case Changbin resurrects again.” 

“We don’t have the time to worry about that. The witches will need all the help they can get.” 

Jaebeom scoffs, “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but (Y/N) is right. We don’t know what we’re up against—better for us both to be there than just the one.”

Jinyoung stares at Jaebeom for a brief moment, as if searching his face for some hidden secret, before inhaling a deep, yet silent breath and finally nodding, “Fine. But if Changbin attacks—”

“We’ll handle it.” Yugyeom nods, “Thank you… for doing this.” 

“We all have something to lose.” Jaebeom doesn’t miss the glance Jinyoung sends in your direction before making his way over to the bunker exit. “I just wish to make sure that no one else dies.” The last bout of final farewells are shared along with the reminder for everyone to remain on their best guard. In an attempt to follow his brother, Jaebeom moves to climb the ladder, but is stopped by the call of his name: 

“Jaebeom, wait!...” He pauses—his interest piquing as you rush toward his temporary perch. Your gaze is shy, he notices, but still contains the fire of a thousand burning suns. “Just… be careful out there, okay?” 

His response is indifferent. “Not to worry, little dove. I’ll make sure Jinyoung returns to you in one piece.” 

“Promise me you both will return in one piece, please…” 

Jaebeom’s annoyance immediately dissipates at the stressed enunciation of your words. His cold expression melts into a mixture of surprise and astonishment, mirroring the conflict brewing throughout his chest. He clears his throat, attempting to expel the emotions creeping up his back, before nodding: 

“Y-Yeah, sure.” He gulps, “Can you… take care of Tzuyu? While I’m gone?” 

Your gaze softens. “Of course. Just please stay alive.” 

Jaebeom doesn’t respond, untrusting that his words will make sense if said aloud. After providing you a silent farewell, he climbs the rest of the way out of the bunker where Jinyoung is waiting. His brother offers a pointed glance when he completely exits the safety of the bunker.  

“I trust you’re ready for this, hyung?” 

“Let’s get this shit over with.” Jaebeom rolls his eyes, “I’m getting real tired of running from Teenage Chewbacca.” 

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It Was Fun While It Lasted

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A/n : this is kind of an alternate ending to endgame ig? a version where your a long lost child of thanos and Peter lost the gauntlet only to find it at the same time as you and plot ensues. Kind of the same thing with Clint and nebula but way further down in the movie. I just really wanted to write a villain reader okay leave me alone idk what im doing. also sorry for any inaccuracies i havent watched endgame is so long😭im just going off what i remember. 

Summary : Despite your life on earth, your life with the avengers, you’ve always felt like something was missing. You never felt that longing to save the people of the world, their wide smiles and thanks never satisfied you like it did everyone else. That was until Thanos told you about your true past, your true purpose.

To destroy the universe.

Warnings : cursing, betrayal, (ik we should just give Peter a break, but its for the plot im sorry) just pretty angsty so you’ve been warned

Word Count : 2.8k

Heavily inspired by this and this playlist on youtube

Peter Parker x GN!Villian!Reader

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“It’s under all that ruckus,” Sam yelled through coms, flying over the fallen building he once called the avenger’s compound, “Can anyone reach?”

Peter webbed one of the aliens, using the makeshift leash to pull himself over the creature, knocking it into another one of his kind. His new spider legs retracted from his suit, helping him land gracefully on the floor quick enough to see the domino effect he just caused.

He quickly caught Sam’s words, looking up to see he was right outside the fallen building.

“I can!” he quickly said, flicking his wrist to catch on to a random flying alien, pulling it down to the floor as he took flight, landing on the top of one of the cracked walls. He swiftly searched for an opening under the rubble with the help of Karen tracking where he looked.

Suddenly a red light flashed from a cave like opening, giving him a small cheer at victory. As he crawled into the gap, some static came through his ear piece signalling that someone was about to talk.

“Good luck Kid,” Tony muttered into his ear followed by a loud blast as the comms cut off. Even with the rough cut, he could still feel the small smile making its way to his face.

Though there was a full fledged war going on that might decide whether everyone lived or not, all his young brain could think about was how cool it was to be fighting alongside every superhero he’s ever known, and more. If only he could go back to when he first got bitten, to tell his past self that at some point in the future he would be fighting alongside the avengers.

That he himself was an avenger.

It was crazy to think about. To think about how far he’s come that he was able to save the world and not just help some old lady cross the street. As thoughts continued to bloom in his head, he carefully crawled through all the debris, taking care that he didn't stick to parts that might take down the small opening.

Soon enough he found a clearing, what looked like a living room area judging from the couch covered in dust and the familiar stone pillars and plants. He detached himself from the ceiling, landing softly on the floor as he looked around the dirty room, moving away from the flickering wires that hung from the slanted ceiling.

He soon caught sight of something shiny and gold from underneath a fallen pillar. He punched his arm in the air, running to the object and carefully pulling the gauntlet out of its snug position.

“Found it,” he said into his comms, grunting as it finally released, sending him back slightly, “Coming out now,”

“I’ll meet you outside,” Tony said before cutting off once again.

Peter looked back at the opening determined, strutting towards the exit, his confidence growing with each step. A crunch of debris shook him out of his pride, making him stop in his tracks. He quickly ducked behind a piller, looking at the shadows shown on the wall opposite him with his hand ready to web whatever it was making its way into the cavern.

But as soon as he caught your silhouette standing in the shadows, he let out a deep breath, his shoulders sagging as his muscles lost the sudden tension. He stepped out from his hiding spot to greet you.

“Oh thank god it’s you,” Peter chuckled, his hand falling to his side as he adjusting the gauntlet in his hand, “I thought it was another one of those alien thingies,”

You stayed silent, standing ominously with your arms to the side, twirling your gun slowly. He couldn't see your face hidden in the shadows, only the red glow of the necklace around your neck, illuminating details of your suit on your chest. He noticed how your body shook lightly, like a bomb about to go off. 

Peter chuckled nervously, tightening his hold on the glove.

“Is- is everything alright?” He said, taking careful steps towards you. 

He didn't listen to the voices in his head telling him to run, to get away as fast as he could. You were his friend, his partner in crime he liked to say. 

You would never hurt him.

You stayed silent a few seconds longer, the only thing proving to him that you weren't a lifeless manikin were your movements as you shifted from leg to leg. But he didn't think much of it, it was a scary time for everyone. Maybe you were just glad that he got the gauntlet and not someone from Thanos’ army. Maybe you were just glad to know he was okay after being separated.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you finally spoke up, your voice dangerously low, something he wasn't use to, “But I’m going to need you to give me that glove,”

Peter was taken back by your words, mostly still confused but also slightly worried at your words and sudden presence, “What! Why?”

“I can’t-,” you let out a harsh breath, “I can’t tell you why Peter, just give me the damn glove,”

“No, I-,” he let out a gasp when you raised your gun, aiming it directly at his chest, “Woah, woah, woah!” he held his empty hand up in defence, “What are you doing!”

“I’m getting that glove one way or another Parker,” you said harshly, your tone slashing at his heart, “So either you give it to me or i’m prying it off your dead corpse, you decide,”

Peter stayed silent, trying to process your sudden change in, well, you.

Only minutes ago, you were fighting alongside him, well what felt like minutes ago. He lost all concept of time when the army charged towards him, his main focus was getting that gauntlet away from Thanos and doing his job as an avenger. 

But you were there, using the same gun pointing at him now to blast the same aliens attacking him. That was until the land beneath you detached itself, creating a small floating piece of dirt that took you up in the air, taking you away from him.

He didn't have time to follow you when he got tackled to the floor, losing sight of you as you moved to the direction of Thanos.

That's when it clicked in his head.

But before he could question anything, his senses went off as he narrowly dodged the blast of your gun. With the distraction, you took the opportunity to lunge at him, knocking him to the floor.

“What did he do to you!” he grunted, throwing up the gauntlet and webbing it to the ceiling. Before you could jump for it, he tackled you to the floor, webbing one of your hands to the ground.

“He told me the truth!” you screamed, punching him in the nose with your other hand. He webbed that hand to the floor as it tried to reach out to your gun. He kicked away the weapon, webbing the rest of your body, making sure that you were secure, unable to escape.

He didn't want to, but you were unstable, not yourself. Whatever Thanos did to you, fucked up the person he knew, the person he loved and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He was determined to get you back.

“What do you mean ‘truth’? Do you hear yourself right now!” he said in vain, his chest heaving with every breath. 

You stopped struggling in the webs, making Peter question if you ever were. You only laid with a wide smile on your face that soon turned into hysterical laughter. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath making Peter’s breath hitch.

“loud and clear Peter,” you managed to get out, your laughs calming down to little giggles.

“Then why are you doing this? Why did you attack me!”

You rolled your eyes, “You refused to give the what i wanted that’s why,”

“But why do you want it?” he said desperately, growing annoyed with your vague words.

“Why do you want to save the world?” you countered, “Because it feels good right? You feel accomplished? You feel needed, you feel useful,” you shook your head, “You feel like aching pain in your chest to do the right thing, to do what you think is right for the world” you paused, “So what’s so wrong in wanting to destroy it,”

“I save the world because it's the right thing to do Y/n,” he said seriously, disgusted that you would think of the possibility of destroying the universe, “You’re killing innocent people! You lived through those five years, you knew how devastating it was for everyone,”

“But i enjoyed it,” you cut him off, “I enjoyed watching them suffer, because- because i knew it was the right thing, what Thanos did- it was destiny. It was fate! But you fail to see that, you all fail to fucking see it!”

“See what! See what!” he shouted, trying his best to understand what you were saying because none of it was processing in his head.

“People don’t appear out of thin air Peter! I didn’t have a family or friends! I woke up in the middle of nowhere! Knowing nothing about myself and you people fucking took me in and USED me because of my skil!” you spat, “When i asked to find my real family you all denied it, you denied everything i ever said, i asked, you people did nothing for me!”

He started to back away when he noticed your hands begin to glow red, the webs around your body melting off your skin. Suddenly his hands became heavy, something cold clicking around his wrists, pulling him to his knees. He struggled, his muscles strained as he tried to break free but it was futile.

He let himself get trapped, he let himself get distracted.

What confused him more was your sudden power. You were known for your slick fighting skills and use of your guns and various weapons. Not powers that made chains burst out of the ground strong enough to withhold him even with his super strength.

Did Thanos do this to you? Is this why you turned to his side, because he gave you special abilities?

“But now, I know my true self, I know my purpose,” you continued, “I’m not a superhero Peter, maybe not by your definition. Saving all those people, using my powers for ‘good’ means nothing to me,” you stood tall over him, power surging through your veins, “cause guess what! It’s repetitive! People will always find a way to get hurt, to use people for their gain! Humans! Humans are a fucking waste of time but you all never saw that. You just saw the good not the evil,”

“Because that’s our j-”

“Because that’s our job, yes I know, but it's not,” you cut him off once more, “Who ever said that we need to protect people who can’t even help themselves? Who ever said we needed to have this responsibilities on our shoulders for something we can’t even control,” you pointed at him, “You never asked to be spiderman, sure the same can’t be the same for iron man or captain america but they choose that, we didn’t,” you sighed, “But none of you understand that, only-” you paused, “only Thanos does,”

“Is that why you're doing this? Because of something our enemy said,”

“Your enemy, not mine,” you smiled weakly, “He’s made more sense to me that any of you have, he showed me my true powers, my true self in the matter of minutes, something you all couldn't do in years,” your hands dropped to your side, “because he’s my family, he knows my true destiny the real reason why I was given my gift,” you gestured to the gauntlet, “And that’s to complete what he started, that’s why he put me on earth Peter, and I can’t let you or anyone ruin that for me,”

That’s when it clicked, “You’re his child,”

You smiled softly at his words, “I’m not a hero Peter,” your shoulder shook as you let out a tired laugh, “I’ve tried telling you this so many times but you-,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, “You just never fucking listened!”

Peter stayed silent, looking down at the floor in defeat. You knelt down in front of him, talking his jaw in your fingers to pull his face up, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you Peter,” you whispered, your eyes softening as you looked directly into his now dull, dirty browns.

“You already did,” he sneered, feeling no remorse for his words, “You did when you took his side, when you betrayed us, after everything we’ve fucking been through your side with a purple fucking raisin,”

You only sighed, your head dropping as you stood back up, stretching your back, “You’ll understand Peter, one day you will,” you began to walk back to the gauntlet, flicking your fingers to get rid of the webs, “To bad I won’t be there for that to happen,”

The shiny piece of metal fell softly into your hands, laying snugly in your palms. Peter watched with dread as your eyes glimmered with glee, reflecting all the colours of the stones, glowing dimly when it landed on the red one.

“How do you think it’s going to feel?” you said out loud, staring in awe at the gauntlet, “I mean I’ve felt the wrath of one stone but six?!” you chuckled, “I could only imagine what that must feel like,”

Peter only grumbled at your words, looking around for something, anything that might spark a light in his mind. That might help him to escape but he found nothing. You had the power of a fucking infinity stone running through your body, if he were to try anything you were sure to break him back down despite which stone you got your powers from. It didn't matter, you were still stronger than him in every way.

“Question is, should I put the glove on, then the stones? Or maybe the other way around? Should I do them all at once or individually,” you looked back at him with a mad grin, “The options huh?”

“You really are his child,” Peter grumbled, looking off to the side, “Sick and twisted, just like him,”

“See! You finally get it!” you said excitedly, throwing your arms in the air, “Glad to know we’re finally on the same page,” you giggled right after. 

Normally it would make his heart flutter, but now it only made him sick to his stomach.

“God, It’s just-” you took a deep breath, “I’ve haven't used my powers in fear of hurting others that- that I never even cared about! I just acted like i cared cause- cause that was my job right? That’s what everyone said!” you flicked your hands at the glove, morphing it into the perfect size to fit your arm right in front of his eyes, “Now, I could explore its limits, its full power without being thrown into some tacky jail in the middle of nowhere,” You grinned, “Isn't that exciting?”

You began to take out each individual stone, keeping them floating by your ideas, your eyes flickering from each one to judge it like it was a beauty pageant.

Peter looked at you ridiculously, “No, it isn't,” he took a deep breath, “Y/n, this isn’t you,”

You chuckled, fitting the glove on your hand snuggly as you raised the six individual stones further in the air, spinning them around you, “On the contrary,” you moved the space stone to one of the slots, groaning as its power seeping into your body, “I think this is most i’ve felt like myself in a while!”

He watched in horror as you put each stone in its individual departments, your smile growing wider and wider with each one. Your body began to float off the floor, the light emitted almost blinding him at how bright it grew.

“You don’t have to do this Y/n!” Peter shouted desperately, grunting as he pulled on the chains keeping him locked to the floor, “God dammit Y/n! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You ignored his pleas, his words void of anything to your ears. 

“I’m sorry Peter,” you whispered, turning back to look at him with red glowing eyes, “But the villains just have more fun,” you cackled, breath heavy as the power of all the stones surged through your veins, making them pop with colour, “And I’m about to have the time of my life,”

With that, a bright white light filled Peter’s eyes, knocking him back against the debris, taking him out cold on the floor.

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I'll start with the ones I have already accrued this year, it's already may so strap in. im organizing by fandom but other than that it's in no order. also I'm including ships as blorbos and the characters on their own, it's my list and i do what i want

Leverage

the single best crime show ever made. please watch it. my children. and no, i am not leaving anyone out

OT3 (Parker x Hardison x Eliot) (i will go down with this ship forever and it is canon in my heart. and according to John Rogers. and the actors. and my eyeballs)

Parker (chaos gremlin. also autism)

Hardison (my lil dude also chaos bisexual with adhd)

Eliot (my lil grump)

Sophie (the ot3 needed a parent and she does not disappoint)

Our Mr. Wilson (lil guy)

Breanna (funky nerd. i love her. and her ace space sticker makes me so happy)

Sterling (garbage man derogatory. i hate this insurance cop turned actual international cop with a passion. him being written so well will haunt me to my grave)

Chaos (funky lil weirdo. also can't go wrong with Wil Wheaton)

Merlin

the cavernous rot has been growing in my brain since I was 7 years old. and it has not stopped growing in the 15 years since. the day these blorbos go dormant is the day i die.

Merthur (obviously I'm not stupid i have eyes. i knew these fucks were gay before i knew i was gay. and before i knew what gay was)

Merlin (love the "baby gorl to tired grump" arc. also he is the peak of twink-for-title-character)

Arthur (pathetic damp kitten. i want to feed him decency through a little dropper. and maybe slap him round the head a bit. because he is dumb and also stupid)

Gwen (best character in this series. not favorite because i don't pick those but objectively best person and best written character)

Gwaine (obligatory bisexual with ADHD)

Lancelot (sad boy hours and also the only man with a braincell in the whole show. if you want this show to hurt more, watch it with the reading that Lance is in love with Merlin)

The Knights™ (they are like little puppies)

Morgana (tragically)

Aithusa (deserved better)

Gaius (i may have stolen my personality from him as a child. the world will never know)

Six of Crows

specifically the books and season 2 of the Netflix adaptation. nothing against it, but i never got into the rest of the grishaverse. just these goofs

Kaz Brekker (my child (derogatory) i picked up this series because i heard about him and i was right to do so. grumpy lil storm cloud with his dramatic ass crow cane. i want that cane so bad)

Inej (i relate to her growth and love her badassery)

Kanej (Kaz x Inej) (only straights in this series i support. grump for grump supremacy. they both need someone to put them in their place and this works perfectly. also the Angst™ hits different with these two)

Jesper (obligatory bisexual with adhd. dramatic bitch i love him)

Wylan (my child (affectionate) small kitten that deserves the world and got nothing. nothing and Jesper)

Wesper (Wylan x Jesper) (because obviously. also the fanfic of them that was the adaptation was adorable if entirely separate. if you only look at the show their romcom ass storyline is the perfect foil for whatever kanej have going on. they watered my crops for months.)

Kesper (Kaz and Jesper) (not my main ship for either of them and they aren't necessarily romantic or sexual but there is something queer here. i don't know what, but something. found family. queerplatonic. exes turned besties. something)

Nina (i love her so much. also give her a girlfriend yesterday. i honestly don't care which girlfriend, just any girlfriend)

Ted Lasso

This is my newest set of children but i love them so much. this show has knocked me off my feet

Roy Kent (grump of the year. i am stealing several of his lines both as vocal stims and as personal catchphrases)

Jamie Tartt (it's the growth for me. and he is baby girl. also obligatory chaos bisexual with adhd)

Keeley Jones (the smartest one on the show i swear to God. i will die on that hill. they all need therapy and Keeley is the closest a lot of them get for a long time. until Sharon)

RoyJamieKeeley (i will go down with this ship in my clown makeup after that korrasami ass ending) (also the ship names in this fandom are absolute shit. where's the creativity? the flavor?)

Ted (obviously but i do love him so much. he reminds me a lot of the friend that got me into this show)

Beard (i haven't related to a character so much in a long time. he's quiet and he's in the background but he's still important and he's always on top of everything because he's an observer. but he's a mess himself. i wish we had gotten more of him)

Nate (joker arc and all)

Rebecca (girlboss)

Higgens (i love how everyone is so intense in one way or another and higgens is just a dude™)

Sam Obisanya (i just got him but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone)

Dani Rojas (i love this goofy ADHD little fucker. i love how bouncy and small he is and i love how he says his own name like a little pokemon)

Trent Crimm (sarcastic, bitter, gay, old man trying to be better? that's several of my boxes. and his hair is perfect)

tedependant (Ted x trent, also know as the singular acceptable ship name in this whole fandom. it's like the straights beat us to all of them except this one) (I'm not even to the point where there is a lot to go on, but this ship is adorable. they are a perfect sunshine/raincloud couple especially with Trent's season 3 arc which i have been told about before getting to)

Phoebe (she gets RoyJamie together by asking a kid question or saying something innocent that clicks it into place for them, fight me)

Puppet History

i did not expect to get so hype about this series when i got into it but here we are

the professor (need i say more)

Descendants

my friend has a recurring hyperfixation with these movies and the fandom and i got dragged into it this time around. and honestly, no regrets. Kenny Ortega can do no wrong

Uma (i love her)

Harry Hook (obligatory chaos bisexual with adhd. "i never learned to count because I'm number one" ass bitch)

Ben (begrudgingly because he is a little flat, but harry can fix that)

Benry (Ben x Harry) (see above)

Malvie (Evie x Mal. Mal is my least favorite character that i actually like but this ship. it just makes sense)

Umal (Uma x Mal. also just makes sense)

Jay (best himbo boy)

Carlos (my lil guy)

Dude (i am stealing him from Carlos)

Gil (Himbo²)

Gay (gil x jay, they have the single best ship name in the series. top 10 ship names of all time in my book. also they have so much chemistry in like two minutes of screentime together and for what? studios need to allow Kenny Ortega to let booboo Stewart kiss a man)

Doug (Doug is transfem and helps Evie realize she is a lesbian. fight me on this. i will win)

Hades (hear me out: is he a bad dad? yes. is he kinda shitty? yes. but that deadbeat dad duet kicked ass and if you engage with the other stuff like the wedding short, he has growth. and he's played by Cheyenne Jackson. and his lair is a vibe)

IT Crowd

after watching this as a kid and not thinking about this show for a little under a decade, the hyperfixation slapped me hard in the face literally the night before it was taken off of Netflix. i will die mad about it

Roy (fuckin dork. "have you tried turning it off and on again" has lived rent free in my mind even when the rest of the show wasn't. that and "0118-999-88199-9119-725...3" also, fight me, obligatory chaos bisexual with adhd)

Moss (one of the first examples of a heavily autistic coded character i remember relating to as a child. i love him)

Roy x Moss (i refuse to acknowledge their ship name because it uses Roy's last name. that was mentioned literally once and Ross is right there) (this ao3 tag is how i survived the month of march. and part of April. there are less than 300 in the tag and like 80 of them are one person in the last two years. thank you to that person)

Richmond (the best character. wish there was more of them)

Douglas (Matt Berry strikes again. like 15 years ago but still)

New Girl

one of my red flag sitcoms. when this pops up in my Netflix history it is always because i am depressed. but it is actually a good show and they moved it to Hulu, so it's fine probably

Nick Miller (the similarities i have with this man are upsetting. for everyone else. I'm fine. probably)

Schmidt (baby girl. derogatory)

Winston (my best lil weirdo)

Jess (i may be Nick, but i have a friend that is Jess. to defend my case, it is the same friend who got me into both descendants and Ted lasso in the span of one month. the only difference between us and the characters is that we have no romantic chemistry and are both aro)

Cece (obligatory chaos bisexual with adhd. but she is the rare femme variety. and also somehow the braincell of the group. i love her

Schmece (hell of a ship name for a hell of a ship)

Dracula Daily

i read the book as a kid, so last year i thought I'd get the memes if i just followed the tag but i got lost so fast. so this year i made the mistake of actually following dracula daily and re: dracula and now i can't get it out of my head

Johnathan Harker (baby girl)

Mina (boss ass bitch)

(i am slightly behind due to my other hyperfixations, but i know more of these guys will join the list as the year goes on)

Renfield

i watched this with my friends because of dracula, and i love it so much. i know this movie is fairly recent but it needs more fics immediately. go watch it. it about two pathetic men breaking up and one of them having his bisexual awakening with Awkwafina, the girlboss. and Ben Schwartz and Nicolas cage are there

Renfield (say it with me: it's about the growth)

Rebecca Quincy (girlboss)

Nicolas Cage (Dracula)

Tedward "Teddy" Lobo (yes that is his canonical name. he is played by Ben Schwartz and i love this goofy little fuck. i also hate him. it is a Blorbo specific love-hate thing)

The Therapist from the support group (have i forgotten his name? yes. does that matter? no. he has taken up a small corner of my brain and he is just a funky lil dude)

More to come as i inevitably continue to juggle several hyperfixations at a time, gaining them quicker than i lose them. wish me luck

i have decided to start keeping an ongoing list of Official Blorbos™️ of 2023 because i am collecting them left and right and there is so much coming out this summer.

Criteria:

a blorbo here is defined as a character who has wormed their way into one of the fandom cavities in my brain and are living there rent free for two weeks or longer weather or not i have actively engaged with their canon that day. this is can on their own as a character i'r as part of a ship that has started spreading brain spores

of 2023 means that the blorbage has to be active. i have many Blorbos already, all of whom i love. but this list is for blorbos who's dens are free of cobwebs and whose fields are watered since the start of the year

there probably will be multiple Blorbos per media, they are all my children and i will not pick favorites. and if i say favorite, ignore me i am excited