#land gone

[spilladabalia]

Novella // "Land Gone"

[elinbean]

a win for tortured writers and haunted artists everywhere

[egophiliac]

now that I can think semi-coherently again...whooooo's ready for Friday WEEHOO

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Something something Merlin is Arthur's bane.

[lipglossuser]

[jakegyllenbaalz]

random film title cards

[ninjautizm]

I miss geode sm I actually think this ship is cute <3

[cozylittleartblog]

if i went one more day without drawing timeskip amity i was going to explode

[thisbreadisnotgucci]

Hey so am I the only one that thinks the way Wade introduces Logan to Blind Al at the end of the movie is soooo bringing your boyfriend home to the parents coded??

Also when Vanessa says “You’ve been busy” or whatever and looks at Logan?? Hello??????

[slashmagpie]

Pearl and Gem glance at each other. Then, as one, they glance back at Tango, who is, evidently, not Tango.

“Do we have an amnesiacold on our hands?” Gem asks. 

“Maybe,” says Pearl, glancing back at Tango again. “Tango, buddy, you feeling alright?”

“I—” Tango opens his mouth. Closes it again. “I mean, I’m a little under the weather, to tell you the truth—I ate a South African sausage and it disagreed with me.”

Pearl hums. “And it’s messed with your memory a bit, right?”

“Yes! I mean, no—I mean, how did you—?”

“Would you say that you have a bit of an amnesiacold, Tango?” asks Gem.

“Amnesiacold?”

“You know. Amnesiacold!” Gem says. “When you get sick and forget everything and feel like somebody else?” 

“Ah.” Tango pulls himself to shore. Frowns. “It’s more of an amnesia-food-poisoning, if I’m honest.”

Pearl winces. “Your poor digestive system.”

“It’s not very nice Pearl, I’ll tell you that much,” Tango says, voice low, one hand pressed against his stomach as he pulls a face.

“Okay, that’s enough, I don’t need to hear about your gut issues,” Gem interrupts. “But—you have an amnesiacold! You know, I was an amnesiacold last season.”

“You mean, you had an amnesiacold?”

“No, I was one.” Gem winks. “Like—Tango has an amnesiacold. But you? You’re the amnesiacold. You know?”

Tango’s shoulders hike up with discomfort. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m Tango. And I think you guys should—should skadoodle somewhere else. Should bother-someone-else-ificate. Begone.” 

“I had an amnesiacold last season, you know,” Pearl says. “Gem was one. You can tell us, buddy, we’re not gonna tell anyone.”

“Promise,” Gem says with a nod. “This is a safe space! You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not with us.”

Tango stares at them for a long, long moment, then sags, face falling. He looks exhausted, suddenly, and Pearl feels a rush of sympathy. It can’t be easy, being thrown into the game halfway through, with no context for anything.

“It’s been rough, dudes,” Tango says, voice cracking. “It’s been really really rough. I forgot how hard it was to get anything done on this server! There’s so much chaos, and—”

Wait.

“Ren?”

Not-Tango grins. “In the flesh,” he says with a bow of his head. “Or… not my flesh, exactly.” 

“Ren?” Gem asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Oh, that’s right, you’ve never met…”

Gem and Ren peer at each other for a moment. “You do look familiar,” Ren says eventually.

“Yeah,” Gem agrees. “I mean, obviously you look familiar—you look like Tango!—but… yeah.” 

They stare at each other for a moment more.

“Maybe we met in a dream?” Ren says at last.

Gem nods. “Sure. Makes as much sense as anything else.”

Pearl glances between them, rocking awkwardly back on her heels. She clears her throat, drawing their attentions back to her. “Welcome back, buddy,” she says to Ren. “Good to see you again.”

“I wish that I could say the same,” Ren says morosely. “I thought I was—I was done, Pearl.” Now that she knows it's Ren, she can hear his cadence in Tango’s voice, voice dropping rough and low with drama as he bows his head. “I was done. No more games, not for the ol’ diggity dog. And now… Here I am!” He laughs a little, stretching out his arms to indicate the server at large. “In a body that’s not mine, in a world I’ve never seen, in a game I do not understand.”

“Oh, Ren…” Pearl frowns. She doesn’t know what to say. 

Gem jumps in. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s just one session, you know? You can do one session!”

“I suppose I must.” Ren looks up at them, jaw tightening. “If I am here—I suppose I must.”

“I’d never been in any of these games before I was Cleo for a bit last season,” Gem says. “So you have an advantage there! And, hey—maybe you can come back next season, and we can meet for real?”

Ren shifts uncomfortably. There’s something heavy hanging about him, something Pearl can’t quite understand. She remembers the last time she’d seen him, skull caved in from the dripstone spike dropped on his head. She remembers her own amnesiacold, the exhaustion that had dragged at her before it had settled in, the memories that had plagued her and just wouldn’t go away. And she wonders—

Just how exhausted would you have to be that your body would have to leave as well as the rest of your self?

Just how sick would you have to be before you didn’t want to come back?

Still, Ren steadies himself. Quirks Tango’s mouth into a smile. “Maybe,” he says, meeting Gem’s gaze. “That would be nice, to meet for real.”

[serpentface]

Some government assigned fursonas:

Palo - hare

Janeys - hyena

Brakul - dzo (vaguely)

Hibrides - green heron

Couya - also hyena

[joshfutturman]

'i'll crawl home to you' 18+

oneshot - david is leaving for his mission tomorrow, neither of you want to say goodbye. you have one last night together. (2.6k) pairing - david (long gone heroes 2024) & afab!reader (gn pronouns) a/n - life works fast but a thirsty jhutch fan works faster. :3 ik he's in the trailer for 0.2 seconds but i needed a fic now using what we know so far! yes the title is a hozier reference tags - sappy, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), wet mentions, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex, reader rides david, angsty, david whimpers lol, slight dirty talk, pet names.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the words between you are charged, heated, dripping with emotion. how can you let him go? his eyes glisten in the moonlight sneaking into the window of your small apartment, your eyes mirror his - but you can't cry, you can't, you can't waste a single second.

your hands are on his chest, tracing softly across his shirt. the silence lingers in the air, words unspoken. suddenly his hands are cupping your cheeks, forcing your wandering gaze to land on him.

"baby," david whispers, voice trembling, "i'll be back soon, i promise. ."

you don't believe him.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, then finally your lips. and you melt into him, instantly leaning forward as you grip his shirt, almost afraid to let go. you'd hoped that his background and specialisation in technology would keep him away from the front lines. yet, here you were, preparing to say goodbye.

it's one word you couldn't bring yourself to say, 'goodbye'. because you're afraid that the moment it leaves your lips, you'll break down. you're afraid it'll be the last thing you'll ever say to him. no word or sentence feels good enough, feels big enough.

so you both leave that word behind for now, for tonight.

your lips dance with his, moving fluidly together until your tongue seeks entry into his mouth. he gasps softly, his grip on your cheeks growing tighter as he pulls you back against the wall, steadying himself. david pants softly through the kiss, hand tracing along your cheek to find its place at the back of your head, guiding you closer.

his little sounds, oh how you love them - soft gasps and whimpers that he tries to swallow back, tries to drown out within the shape of your mouth.

he takes a step forward causing you to step backwards, following his lead obediently as he leads you to the bed. you'd follow him anywhere. you feel the plush mattress behind your knees and let him guide you down as he nestles on top of you. relishing his body above yours, you tug at his belt, but he quickly brings a hand down to guide you away. he wants something else first.

pulling back from the kiss, he looks into your eyes - and fuck, you can't explain the emotion that washes over you, the surge of feelings that threaten to bring words crashing to the surface of your lips. before you know it, he's kissing along your jaw, trailing his loving lips down the curve of your neck.

david finds his home at the apex of your legs, spreading your legs apart and squeezing at your thighs, kneading the soft skin there as it gives way to his movements. he knows you're wet already, he can see it clear as day - the way you're leaking through your shorts. the room is dark, but he's thankful for the small slivers of moonlight that manage to find their way inside to illuminate you just enough for him to make out that body of yours that he loves so much.

he wants to say he's going to miss this, to miss you.

. . . but the look in his eyes speaks volumes, he doesn't need to say anything.

lifting one of your legs, he brings your ankle to his lips, kissing along your silky skin, up over your calf before he nuzzles between your thighs. instantly, your hand is on the back of his head, fingertips gripping his hair, silently asking for more.

your eyes find his as he looks up at you, watching the beads of sweat form on his forehead from the clammy room - the environment growing hotter by the second as he anticipates tasting you. his hands snake up to pull your shorts down, being gentle with you, worshipping you like it's his last chance.

tossing them to the side, he takes a second to remove his shirt and you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of him. his fuzzy chest, lightly tanned skin, eyes trailing the line of hair that leads right down to his happy trail, disappearing into his shorts.

his head lowers again, wrapping his arms around your thighs and immediately his tongue licks a stripe across your underwear earning a soft hiss from you. your head spins, the friction so light, not quite what you're craving but almost. honestly, you'd take anything he wanted to give you, david never has to try hard to get you off.

david's eyes close, sucking and licking through the fabric, practically growling against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. you're moaning loudly already, you can't help it, he knows your body like it's his own. . . he knows how to make you feel good, his head between your thighs practically every time he can get his hands on you.

before you know it, you're grinding up against his lips and he groans in approval, sliding your underwear to the side to really taste you. there's something about the quiet bedroom being filled with only the sounds of your soft gasps, his groans and the subtle almost inaudible licking against you - that really gets you whining.

you suck your stomach in, feeling as his tongue glides lazily across you. and god, you love the way he looks with his tongue hanging from his mouth as he diligently laps at you, eyes glazed with pure want, fucking drunk from your taste.

but he doesn't want you to cum yet.

pulling back, your muscles relax at his absence, melting into the bed. and it's not long before you're craving him again, aching to have him, to be filled. you want all of him, you want to memorise the feel of his fingers pumping inside of you, the feeling of his veiny cock thrusting deep, that look in his eye when he's about to cum. . .

you want to remember everything.

he's lining himself up, but not before you reach down to take him in your hand, wanting - no, needing to feel him. he mutters something that sounds like a pet name, whatever it is that he said was laced with relief.

his cock is throbbing, palms resting on your thighs as he bucks into your fist. you watch as his eyes flutter closed, lips parting as he pants. just as quickly as they close, they open again and he's looking down at you through those thick, beautiful eyelashes of his. david's eyes trail across your body as though he's committing you to memory.

"so pretty, my pretty boy. . ." you coo, pumping him a little faster.

it's the first words you've spoken in what feels like forever, pretty boy rings in his ears over and over. he bites his lip and nods, a hand inching beneath your shirt and resting on the plush skin of your stomach to steady himself. the sensation of his hand against your skin feels so good, enjoying his thick digits spreading across your stomach. you wonder if his hands will feel as soft when he returns.

you see that familiar look on his face, the way his brows twitch upwards, jaw-dropping a little further, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows harshly. he's gonna cum.

the movement stills, your hand withdrawing from him and it brings him back to earth suddenly. his eyes dart down to yours and he takes his hand from your thigh to grab his cock, positioning it against your begging entrance.

slowly, he runs his tip along your dripping folds as he pushes your underwear to the side once more, biting his lip at the combined sensation of your soaked skin and the way your underwear creates more friction against his hard length. you can't help but let out a whiny moan as his dick brushes past your sensitive clit. a few more passes and he begins to sink into you. his mouth falls open into an o shape and he pushes against your stomach.

you move your thighs wider, opening up for him, practically inviting, (or maybe begging), him inside. you weren't even completely undressed, still in your shirt and underwear - but that's no obstacle for him, for either of you.

"that's it. . ." he whispers, lowering himself as he places his hand beside your head, lips inches from yours as his other hand stays firmly planted on your tummy, "that's it baby, just like that. . ."

his fucking voice, you couldn't handle it when he gets low and raspy like that, like you know it's taking all of his self-control not to just buck into you and bury himself deep on the first thrust. but you were taking him so well, his eyes glancing down to watch his thick cock disappear inside of you.

in your mind you can see it, the way he fills you up so perfectly like he was made for you. and he was.

your hand cups his cheek, the other gripping at his wrist on your stomach to keep it in place. you lock eyes as he pushes in deeper before eventually bottoming out, his hips gently coming into contact with yours.

he huffs, swallowing hard as he closes his eyes for a moment - he'll cum too soon if he thinks too hard, he wants you so fucking badly. he wants to fuck you all night, to have you in every position, every room in the apartment. pressed against the window so everyone can see, in the shower with your leg hoisted up as he pumps into you from behind, on the sofa as you ride him - he wanted you every single way.

because after tonight, he knows it could be forever and a day until he sees you again - if at all. and that thought sticks in the back of his mind, creeping into his thoughts and eating away at the anxiety that was already bubbling there without his permission.

your thumb brushes against his cheek, trying to coax him back to reality, bring him back into the moment. "david, baby. . ." you murrmur, "where did you go? stay with me."

his eyes find yours in the darkness, unaware he'd even lost himself in his thoughts. "i'm sorry. . ." he whispers, "i'm sorry. . ." david repeats, leaning in to kiss you softly, apologetically, tenderly.

he doesn't need to say, doesn't need to speak his worries aloud. you knew where his mind went, because yours was there too.

breaking the kiss, you whisper once more, "stay with me," and you press your forehead to his as his hips begin to move. breath hitching in your throat, you feel as his cock slips out and then back in with ease. you both sigh in satisfaction as he finally begins to fuck you.

david is setting a steady pace, brows arching in concentration as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside of you. your body is pushed into the mattress with each thrust, moans spilling from your lips, your wetness creating lewd damp noises as his hips connect with yours.

your hands wrap around his body, tracing small patterns up across the skin on his back, making note of each bump or birthmark you find there. but you can see he's still struggling to clear his mind, to bring himself into the moment.

shuffling, you roll him over, straddling him with his cock still buried inside of you. his eyes widen, looking up at you with those gorgeous, lost puppy dog eyes that have you weak every time, as his hands grip your hips.

"it's okay, i've got you. . ." you whisper, beginning to bounce on him, back arching from the change in angle.

he swallows hard, "fuck, baby. . ." he hums as he bites his lip, meeting your every thrust as he pushes up into you.

it's not long before you're unable to keep upright, hands coming down to rest on either side of his head as he fucks fervently up into you, skin slapping against skin, pace increasing.

"david. . ." his name drips from your lip like honey, like you want him even though you already have him, like you're calling him back from the edge, a begging tone. your eyes lock with his below you, his cock making easy work of your silky walls. you're not sure you've ever been this wet.

he moans your name in return, nodding as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, gently running a thumb across your skin. you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, bouncing on his cock all pretty for him. he'll remember this on lonely nights, on nights where he's a million miles away, his hand wrapped around his dick, spreading thick ropes of white hot cum over his bedsheets as he whispers your name under his breath.

"i love you, god, david i-" you whine, kissing his lips lazily, unable to kiss him with any real purpose due to the way your orgasm is building in your lower belly.

your whispered confession almost makes him cum on the spot, feeling his dick twitch inside. "love you too, love you so fuckin' much. . ."

and finally, his mind is clear, he can only focus on how good you feel wrapped so tightly around him, the way you're working him so well with every thrust, the way your body feels below his grasp.

he loves every inch of you. inside and out.

"can i cum inside?" he gasps abruptly, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, the hand on your cheek sliding down over your neck and along your chest. he's not sure he can pull out, and something about leaving you pumped full of him before he leaves makes him dizzy with need.

"cum for me," you plea, "cum inside me please, need it - need you. . . i. . . i can't-"

roughly, he yanks you down into a deep and passionate kiss, one that turns sloppy as he feels himself begin to pump his cum deep inside of you. you gasp, moaning deeply into his mouth as you feel him fill you up all the way. you're trying to moan his name, whispering small 'i love yous' but he's still kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth.

and it's enough to send you spiralling over the edge, clenching down around him over and over as you cum around his girthy length.

his breath hitches, eyes rolling back as you milk him with each spasm, bucking up into you in a faltering rhythm that has you seeing stars.

slowly, the world begins to return as you both ride it out, still bouncing a little on his cock before stilling and laying against his chest. he wraps his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you both pant.

a gentle silence fills the room, save for your combined ragged panting, and you cherish it. you cherish the feeling of his skin against yours, his protective embrace, his scent, the sound of his breathing. . . you could go on listing the things you're committing to memory, but it would take all night.

this continues for some time, the both of you falling into a peaceful moment, one you'll remember forever.

you're scared to speak, scared to break the silence. talking makes it real, it makes everything real, and each tick of the clock brings you closer to his departure.

"just. . . promise you'll come back to me." you finally say, voice breaking against his chest as your lip quivers against your attempts to stop it.

the words hit him hard, each one ricocheting in his mind. his grip on you instinctively tightens, he'll do everything in his power to make sure he comes home to you.

"i promise," david vows, "i'll come home to you."

[aeb-art]

note: the following is three (almost four) years post-game

okay fine i'll just draw comics for my au since writing is so dang hard smh

anyways welcome to two coins! where loop shows up again but siffrin only got the one hat ending

edit: part two

[every-kakashi]

[treefish]

[thegooblet]

you know how cats will leave dead mice and birds on your doorstep as gifts? lifesteal mapicc totally does that shit