#oooo I love this one

[superblycaffeinated]

This is from a list of prompts I had attempted to keep up with in March, let's see if August is the winner instead.

This would have spoilers for Gallagher Girls and The Listen Series by @averagejoesolomon . I like to think it takes place between when Morgan goes back to school & before a capture the flag game in "Love at First Fight".

Cameron Goode & Luke Collins

Rubber soles on cobblestone streets, arms sweat kissed and bumping anything in their way as they pump at her sides. 

Sirens.

Her name.

A man with a scar, a fist to her stomach, an arm to her windpipe.

“You can quit running now, Cameron, there’s nowhere else for you to go.”

Fingers wrap around his neck, but there are more around hers.

“Mrs. Goode!”

Her neck is free from everything but a cool sweat, her fingers tense around a pulse that should be much more erratic. 

It’s dark, room only lit by the moonlight seeping in through cracked blinds, but his hands are raised in surrender, his brown eyes blink calmly as they look down at her.

“Mrs. Goode, you’re okay, it’s just-“

She gasps, hands releasing his neck quickly, like a gun, hot from a fresh shot. 

“I’m so-“

“It’s fine,” Luke Collins interrupts, he clears his throat that’s dotted in red, some darker splotches forming in the shape of her fingers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do, you were screaming and-“

“No, you did the right thing.” Cameron Goode nods. 

He takes his spot on the chair next to the balcony once more, while she settles on the edge of the bed. 

She waits for him to say something, but she’s beginning to learn, on these ops they’re forced to go on together, that he doesn’t talk much, and when he does, it isn’t often he’s the first to break a silence. 

“Nightmare,” she offers limply, wondering how much she can let this kid know. Wondering how much he’ll even understand.

He nods, eyes on the blinds as he asks, “Do you need to talk about it?”

The question surprises her.

Not want to to talk about.

Need. 

“Not at the moment, no. Maybe someday.” 

Luke Collins’ eyes slice to her, they make her feel like she’s not the most trained operative in the room, like this kid knows more than she ever could. 

“Did you at least get some restful sleep?”

“A little, yeah.”

The lie is easy, and she wonders when it became so. Because an untrained person might say yes immediately, with no explanation. But this offers some vulnerability, it’s not denying her fitful sleep, but it’s not the full truth. Most people would leave it, they wouldn’t poke at the holes, they wouldn’t dig for more. 

She’s beginning to learn Luke Collins isn’t most people.

He blows a breath out of his nose, his arms cross, and he says words she aches weren’t true. 

“You look tired, Mrs. Goode.”

“I see they’re still teaching you Blackthorne Boys excellent bedside manner.”

“I’m not talking about the ways a lack of sleep affects your outward appearance, though, to be frank, you’re not really trying to hide that it seems.

At some point, you concede, because why lie about it when everyone already knows the truth, right?”

She frowns at Luke and looks at the electric kettle on the small counter top in the corner. 

“Do you like tea? I’m making tea.”

Cammie stands, fingers precise and eyes focused at the little kitchenette and she isn’t expecting him to break the silence as water heats and her teeth rip open a packet. 

“You said her name.”

She hands a mug to him, empty aside from a tea bag’s string dangling over the side that she keeps her eyes on as she asks, “Who?”

Luke sets the mug on the side table, he leans forward, elbows to his knees. 

“Morgan.”

Her lips form a soft smile as she resumes her spot in front of the kettle, watching the water get warmer and warmer until it can’t help but bubble. Can’t help but wonder when this boy started to say her daughter’s name like that. 

“Is it odd for a woman to say her daughter’s name in her sleep, Mr. Collins?”

“It’s odd for a woman to scream her daughter’s name in her sleep, Mrs. Goode.”

She pours hot water over her tea packet, slowly, watching the clear liquid turn darker before she goes over to his mug and does the same.

“Is it?”

She sits again, their tea steeps, and neither breaks eye contact. 

Neither makes a move to end the silence that follows her question, either.

Until she’s wrapping the string of the bag around her pointer finger three times, looping then unlooping, bobbing it as she smells peppermint and earth in the steam that rises from the cup.

Somehow, the scent reminds her of Gallagher. Of the subs. Of cozy corners in libraries and cobwebbed passageways.

Reminds her of her daughter.

“Did you know,” she clears her throat, “That a female deer will leave her new fawn all day long?”

Luke doesn’t question the change of subject, he doesn’t respond. He simply waits. 

She likes that about him.

“They find a safe place, one they can trust, and they leave their fawn all day. From before the sun rises to well after it goes down. They do this because their babies aren’t ready for the full extent of the day yet, they can’t keep up. They don’t know everything.”

Cammie sips her tea, fingers curled around both sides of the warm ceramic mug as she sits on top of the bed, crossing her legs like she used to as a kid. Like she used to do as a new mom, Maggie is in front of her and she’s braiding her curls after taming them for hours. 

“But, it’s risky, because so much can go wrong that the doe can’t possibly foresee coming. She can’t predict a car, or a hunter, or a predator, all which could keep her from returning. She just has to trust her instincts, she has to do what she needs to do, to provide, and to keep her fawn safe. So she has to trust the place she left her baby, and she has to leave it.”

Luke has settled back into the chair, brown eyes cold as he says, “Did you know, that fawns left alone often remain alone, due to all those things the doe couldn’t predict but were bound to happen? Leaving the fawn even more vulnerable to hunters, predators, and so much more than if they would have just remained together? That often the fawn ends up dehydrated, starving, or injured?”

They sit in silence, similar brown eyes blinking at each other in the moonlight, the weight of his words hanging heavier and heavier without a response until she can’t take it anymore.

“Why do you know so much about deer?”

“Why do you?”

“I think,” Cammie starts, narrowing her eyes, “That that didn’t answer my question.”

Luke finally sips his tea before he admits, “I read a lot.”

She runs a thumb over the rim of her mug, “I do too. What’s a favorite?”

“I like a lot of Shakespeare…Anna Karenina is great.”

She merely hums at his responses, mind somewhere else and too preoccupied to really think about his shocking choices. 

“Mrs. Goode?”

Cammie looks up at him, and he licks his lip, just once, before he says, “I think the fawn just wants to know how hard it was for the doe to leave.

She just wants to know that the doe regrets leaving her, wants her to know that she should have known her fawn wasn’t going to stay put. That of all the fawns in the world, she has the most stubborn, most impatient, most irritating one on the planet, and she should have known it was only a matter of time that someone hunted it, found it, and injured it without the doe there to protect it.”

“Maybe,” she admits, “Or maybe, the doe is right. That her choice was and is always an impossible one, and she did what she thought was best. That she had to trust her gut and that she knows her baby more than some boy who stumbled upon it by accident.”

“I think you and I both know from the fawn’s reports that, that boy didn’t stumble upon her. The fawn wobbled right up to him and punched his nose without warning.”

“She should have punched it harder.”

The phone rings, and she answers it on the second one, glaring at the boy, all too familiar aside from the eyes. 

When she hangs up, she dumps her tea in the sink and doesn’t look at him as she tells him to pack up. 

“Where to this time?”

She shoves her shoes on, lacing them up as she says, “To visit the fawn.”

Luke Collins stalls, his heartbeat picks up, he swallows.

“Is she…what’s going on?”

Cammie stands, watching him take deep breaths. He’s worried about Maggie.

She likes that about him.

She hastily reassures, “She’s fine. Everything is fine. Alex Hughes has just agreed to talk to us.”

“Oh,” his shoulders visibly relax.

“Uh-huh.” 

He grabs his bag, already packed and begins to follow her towards the door, when she spins.

“Before we go, the doe, thinks it is in the best interest of the fawn for this conversation to remain between her and the boy, what does he think?”

Collins’ shoulders roll back as he states, confidently, “I think that we should stop referring to Morgan as a helpless fawn, or the baby, and start treating her like who she is.”

“And who’s that?”

“A girl who did an awful lot of growing up without her mom around, and should be allowed to know more than she does right now.”

“Would you like to hear what I think about that?” Cammie grounds her jaw, unsure if she likes this kid or not. Especially when he says,

“Not particularly, no.” 

“Great.”

“Fine.”

“Do you have any books with you?”

Luke blinks, not expecting that, so he asks, instead of says, “Yes?”

“Good. Since you like reading so much, you can. The whole plane ride back. Since we won’t be talking, ever again, or discussing this, anymore.”

Collins shrugs before he says, “Great.”

“Fine,” Cammie growls. 

Most people would drop it. Most people wouldn’t keep going, most people wouldn’t stoke a fire that’s already burning.

Luke Collins isn’t most people.

“They all compare her to him, you know.”

Cammie blinks. 

Luke shakes his head.

“They’re wrong.”

He walks past her, and this kid, this guy, he holds the door open for her still, despite it all. 

She likes that about him. 

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 14 ~ False Smile|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Mention of Death

- Mention of Self-Harm

- Arguing (kinda?)

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I sit on the couch, a mug of tea warming my cold hands.

My hair awkwardly touches the back of my neck. It's really short, but I try to ignore that.

Zaaron walks into the room, taking a seat next to me.

"So, are you ready to talk?" He asks.

I nod.

"Well.. It's.. complicated.." I start.

"Just try to sum it up." He says reassuringly.

"Ok.. uh.. well Krystal found out that I was in contact with.. you, and she basically turned everyone against me.. except for Kaiden." I say.

"And then Kairo.. passed. And it hurt but Kaiden tries his best to get me through it.."

"But next thing I know.. he- he hates me. He won't look at me, won't talk to me.. And then he became aggressive and I got scared.. So I ran off."

I take a deep breath.

Zaaron sighs. "So now you're just hiding away in your house, not telling anyone if you're ok?"

I nod slowly.

"So are you and Kaiden still-" He asks

"We broke up." I clarify. "Well.. I left him a note that basically said I was breaking up with him. I'm not sure he.. actually thinks we are."

"Well what now?" He asks.

"Huh?"

"What do you plan to do?"

"I was going to leave this place. Move to Armoni. Start a new life." I say.

Zaaron raises his eyebrows. "That's a plan you got there."

I hum. "I would maybe come and visit you.."

He smiles. "I'm sure you would kiddo."

His smile drops. "But.. I don't think you should just leave without saying goodbye to some.. certain people."

I give him a puzzled look. "Like who? All my friends left me. Kaiden left me. Hell, I don't think my parents would even notice if I left!" I raise my voice.

Zasrons holds his hands up. "Okay.. Karyme, listen. I can't imagine how angry you are right now but it was only a suggestion."

I take a deep breath. "I-im sorry. It's all just falling apart and I'm scared and I can't stop-" I stop myself.

"Stop what?" Asks Zaaron.

The atmosphere quickly tenses.

My eyes stare into the floor.

"Karyme.. Stop what.?" Zaaron asks again.

".. Nothing." I finally say.

"You are a terrible liar." He says.

I glare at him. "You're pushing it."

Zaaron sighs again. "Fine. I'll stop."

He switches the subject back to me leaving.

"So when do you plan to leave?" He asks.

"I think August 1st. That gives me enough time to book a train ticket and pack up my stuff." I explain.

Zaaron nods along.

"Are you sure you'll last there? It snows all the time." He says in a teasing tone.

"Ha ha, good one old man." I say sarcastically. "I'll be fine."

The rest of the afternoon we chat away about my future.

My.. non-exsistant future.

At around 8 I decide to head home.

"Remember Karyme-" Zaaron reminds me.

"I know, I can come to you if I need help." I repeat his words.

He ruffles my hair. "Yeah."

As I'm about to leave, Zaaron speaks up.

"Hey.. Stay safe, alright?"

I turn around to look at him.

My lips form a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

As I'm heading downtown to the bus stop tears begin to form in my eyes.

I hold them back.

'I'm sorry.. Zaaron.' I think.

[iamespecter]

HOLY SHIT I FOUND YOU!! I SAW YOUR FNAF ART LIKE A YEAR AGO ON PINTREST AND I WAS LIKE DAMN THATS PRETTY FUCKING AWSOME BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDN'T FIND THE ARTIST BUT I JUST DID, ITS YOU!!

I have no idea which art of mine you found from pinterest but based on what you're implying I lowkey think it's this screenshot redraw I made for the FNAF movie lmao (which I hope I'm right)

Unfortunately you won't get much FNAF art from me nowadays anon, ever since Ruin disappointed me immensely I've just lost most of the hope I've been clinging onto for the franchise, now I'm just here... reminiscing, watching from the sidelines, and making a once-in-a-blue-moon art for it if I'm feeling extra

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC Idea: Mother of Monsters Dan(yal)

Specifically Fem!Dan because I made this in mind with my Fem Danyal Au bUT. The best part about Dan is that I get to play dress up with her, and Fem Dark Dany is gonna go by Layal (pronounced lae-el) because it means "the nights" and it sounds similar to Danyal, and I think she'd choose that name to mock Dany. ANYWAYS

Mother of Monsters Danyal. She may be evil but she's an Al Ghul at her core (even with vlad's soul merged with hers - however, considering that Layal looks and sounds like Dany, she considers that soul to be the more dominant one.) and loves animals. And she might be heartless, but she adores the monsters of the infinite realms.

Mother of Monsters Layal who hates everyone but utterly dotes and adores on every manner of beast she comes across. Stealing the eggs and infant young beasts of the Infinite Realms to raise as her own because she wanted them. Her own island full of monsters, a monstrous menagerie of her own. She steals most often from poachers or exotic pet keepers and other menageries -- the full grown beasties can keep their young.

And with every monster she raises, she can shapeshift their features onto herself, allowing her to change her shape from humanish to any matter of monster or hybrid creature. She calls herself their mother, and them her children. Her precious little babies, capable of incredible mass destruction and mayhem.

From little griffins the size of kittens, to stymphalian vulture chicks, and leviathan young hatching from eggs the size of her pinkie, to creatures native of the ghost zone that didn't even have names in the living realm. There really wasn't a limit to what or who she would take in and she didn't limit herself to any form of mythology. If they were beasts and they were unwanted, she wanted them. And as such, amassed her own mini army of "children" willing to listen to her any command.

Earth doesn't know what hit it when she attacks them.

There are many monstrous forms she could take on, the first one I've thought of is a combination of various serpentine/reptilian features. The body of a naga -- her lower half long and serpentine, her upper still human -- with spiked fins connecting from the bottom of her arms to her sides, ever seen Sinbad where Eris goes "you might have seen my likeness on the temple walls" and her arms do that fin thingy? Same concept. Her hands are webbed and taloned, perfect for slicing through the skin of the living, and her teeth are needle-sharp and shark like. Her hair can either be spiny and feathery-like like the spines of a lionfish, or frilled like a frilled-neck lizard. It's perfect for dealing and doting on her reptilian and amphibian-inclined darlings.

I'm more of a fan of aus where Dan is a sibling of Danny's rather than their kid, so Layal's redemption(..?? probation?) proceeds with her legally becoming Danyal's "twin" sister, who had been lost to the foster system before the Fentons adopted Dany, and was only recently reunited with her. The two of them look so alike that the lie is easy to take root and spread.

Layal is very indignant to the fact that she's now ten years in the past and has to restart her menagerie all over again. Do you know how much blood and sweat went into raising those children? How dare you separate them from their mummy. Although she'll admit she does miss their juvenile years, so she won't mind (too much) needing to raising them again. Dany is helping her retrieve all of them though, dammit.

long story short: epic the musical's "Scylla" has a CHOKEHOLD on me and this is the result of it

Unlike her Dan counterpart, Layal's voice is dancing and sirenic. It's purposely alluring and motherly, in order to lure people into a false sense of security until she feeds them to her "children." Echidna doesn't have shit on her. She almost seems friendly and reasonable, until you get too close and realize it was all an act and she drops it to metaphorically swallow you whole. She's like an anglerfish that way. She and Dany both sound like Scylla from Epic.

[gothiccmothie]

I'm pretty sure he can do it himself.. But she insisted. 🐱🇺🇸

[konjkitkatty]

One day you’ll be gone, even if it takes a while.

[giantkillerjack]

Falin has the most extreme case of "dead anime girl voice" I've ever seen. It's terminal. It's resurrectional. She's gone all the way around from innocence to mindless bloodlust. Her breathy innocent tones have got her sporting big beefy legs! She got feathers on her titties! She's got titties on her feathers! She's got the t-- the titt-- the.... what was I talking about??

[sneeb-canons]

Heart loves chewing stims, especially with his molars. If he's given hard candy, it lasts maybe 5 minutes before he shatters it. Mind and Soul make sure he has chewelry so he doesn't resort to stuff that might hurt his teeth, but it doesn't scratch the same itch

Mind loves non-damaging pain stims as a reminder that he didn't lose his humanity when he replaced his body with machine. He used to do damaging ones (scalp picking, nail and cuticle picking, etc) but Heart and Soul kept telling him off so he tries to redirect when he thinks about it

Soul loves deep pressure but if anything touches his neck he feels choked for ages afterwards. It's always a thing, but after the noose incident it's worse. He'll curl up with weighted blankets anyways but not do anything to prevent them from sliding towards his throat, which drives Heart and Mind mad. If he falls asleep they usually adjust the weighted blanket(s) so he won't be uncomfortable when he wakes up

All of these brought to you/inspired by my own experiences and stims. And my siblings' responses to them :3

Headcanon #573

[maudiemoods]

It's Halloween!!

In the planning stage WOOHOO

[kuni-kuun]

Sun and moon au but now they're royalty :)

Colored version to be posted next time <3

[hearts1ckness]

i’ll be real w y’all i’ll be seated for the until dawn movie if, AND ONLY IF, they either completely change That or if they hire a native american writer to do better depicting Them in the movie

[plaidpyjamas]

I wonder what a Yautja would think about weed

Like do they have anything like it or would smoking something to essentially make yourself more dumb be a completely foreign concept to them?

If I casually got high in front of my Yautja bf would he freak out or just be confused af? Especially since i have asthma and really shouldn't be smoking anything at all but I smoke like a chimney lmao

[dead-beef]

Not the twitter Batman gamers trying to come for Harley Quinn because of the new Suicide Squad game I-

"No way could she overpower Batman this is part of the woke agenda"

SHE NEARLY KILLED BATMAN IN THE COMICS/BATMAN:TAS THIS ISN'T NEW FOR HER BFFR RN

[bottle-of-allay]

Pearliepop!

Hermit-a-day May #11

[neutrallyobsessed]

my latest joanphers have been pretty monochrome so lets add a lil color~^^

[mushiemellows]

Another Day in the Sun

Chapter 1: Mechanical Precision

Rating: T

Summary:

Sometimes, days on the open sea tended to blend together. The Strawhats didn’t really seem to mind. No one’s noticed that they keep living the same day over and over again, but the machine keeps ticking.

((The crew gets stuck in a time loop. Franky and Robin need to play Matchmaker in order to try and break them out))

extra notes: I'm doing a bunch of writing warm ups out of a book I'm reading. I figured I'd use this new fic as a sort of practice space. I'm trying to keep things fun and casual, but there's a story here. It won't be nearly as long or detailed as my other stuff, but I'm having fun writing.

(tagged initially as Frobin and Zosan just bc that's what I'm setting up in these first chapters, but there will be a lot more.)