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rowanhoney · 2 years ago
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Hiiiiiiiii now taking recommendations for how to use my week off!
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diejager · 1 year ago
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Nooo but there is something about the monster au where there is a casual mention from her that she won't live as long as them (I assume monsters/hybrids are longer lived plus she is a lot more likely to die on mission), like she probably just jokes about it offhandedly and it sends all of them feral because... no? Absolutely not? Insulting. Ridiculous. Not happening.
Cue ultimate clinginess, all rushing to be more intimate because the thought of her not being around is abhorrent. Soap maybe losing it a bit going off on a line of thought about how he could mate her right? Would it be awful if there was a way for her to be a wolf shifter?
I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND
Change cw: mention of turning, mention of death, joking about death, tell me if I missed any.
All options are on the table at this point, death had always been something that loomed over them like a shadow, the veil and sickle of death following you wherever you went. You’ve had more than one reminder of your short life, your vulnerability as a human, weak and tender skin, short lives and a delicate body. There were so many things in the world that could pose a possible danger to you and they hated that.
You lived shorter lives than most monsters or hybrids, you grew sick and frail whereas hybrids could fight any viral infections or diseases, you didn’t have thicker skin despite all the extra layers of protective gear and you were a target of many for your choice of career. They were reminded of you mortality whenever you get hurt, blood painting your skin with a strong, metallic odour.
And it didn’t help that you’d often joke about it, throwing offhanded comments that made their hackles raise, body tense and mind brewing with what ifs scenario that has them tearing their hair from the root. While some monsters were more solitary than others, all of them were possessive of what they deemed their family —pack.
Ghost and König stuck closer during training, a tall, imposing figure behind you that acted as a guard dog to ward away anyone they deemed a danger. Soap and Horangi hung around you in the rec room, either laying on you or clinging to you, putting a show of ownership over you. Rudy and Alejandro, the ever active couple, were always finding you around the base, striking up a conversation and wrapping their arms around you. Gaz would was the cuddliest of the group, finding time outside of his busy to snuggle up against you and cover you with his wings, pulling you to sleep on his shoulder. Price, the man with the most authority in the TF made sure that you were always with someone on every Op, having someone to back you up in the most dire situation.
Every visit to the medic made them wild, it brought them closer to desperate measures. Would it be so bad to turn you in one? Would it be so bad to let Soap bite you during the full moon, his bite infecting you with his power: thicker skin, sturdier build, longer lifespan and better sense? The only draw backs were the higher wildness, near feral during full moons and a competitive mindset over the possessiveness and brattiness of a young werewolf.
Would it be so bad to make you return as a wraith? While Ghost learned to control his powers alone, the pain and emotions building up in his body without any way of letting it out, you had him, you wouldn’t be alone with the resurrection. He didn’t want you to feel the terror and agony by yourself —he didn’t want you to know how it felt to die and come back.
Would it be so bad to have a vampire turn you into one without becoming a thrall? You couldn’t walk in the sun, something you told them you enjoyed, you’d be restrained to specific activities and you wouldn’t like that, being limited by the sun. Granted, there were solutions to that, but none very comfortable.
They knew you were aware of your mortality, made fun of it and laughed as it this was your last day, but you didn’t fear death, you only feared leaving them. You were open to their thoughts, listening to their ideas and options with a neutral expression, but you didn’t reject the idea of turning you. That was a good thing, a step forward in their mind.
Now all that needed to do was to let you decide which path you wanted to walk.
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creehd · 5 months ago
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SURPRISE!! its me again, ive moved into your walls.
Now... *flips through notes* You said Shredder is a Yakuza boss, which is just a delectable choice, and i shant ever get over it--
--BUUUUUT because hes Yakuza, does that mean hes...covered in tattoos? 👁👁
I meeean, i can kinda see some tattoos in the reference you drew for him, but i think we might need a shirtless reference, fOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS OF COURSEEEEE, absolutely no other reason.
I definitely dont wanna just see that buff man shirtless hahah nooooo *heavy breathing*
BUT ON A NOT SIMPING NOTE--
What is the Turtle's living situation like??? Is it still in the sewers? Do Casey and April visit them there? How different is their home in the AU compared to the modern depictions? I cant imagine sewers in the 20's were to much different than sewers now, but im still very curious :]
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Sorry for the never ending questions skajsksks
YES shredder does have tattoos! Alot of em are traditional Japanese dragon design ones, I will map out what his chest and back tats look like don't you worry-
AS FOR THE SEWER QUESTION IM GLAD YOU ASKEDDD I made the entire turtle lair in the sims bc of this ask SO here we are,
The entrance to the sewers is pretty basic, shoot off to 6 open rooms,
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Splinters room!! He's a pretty solitary guy so he has a place for meditation and a cozy lil chair he falls asleep in constantly.
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Here's the rec room/kitchen, Lotta areas for food making and eating, and a piano Mikey plays every now and again for everyone! They also have a dinky little TV set donnie managed to snag. (Infront the couch)
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The dojo!! Pretty basic, this is where the boys do their training!
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The bathroom/storage! Very rustic and stolen and or built by Donatello. Lotta extra stuff splinter brought over from japan and misc living stuff for the family.
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Now for the boys rooms!!!
Leo and Donatello share a room, leo keeps model trains and tons of books donnie can't house on his side, he's also got several Japanese tapestries to keep in touch with his heritage. He also has alot of art deco posters, he enjoys the colors and movement of them. He also keeps track of scout badges he's collected, because while be can't BE a boyscout, he loves the idea of scouting and following that code of values.
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Donnies side is much more technical. He tinkers and builds things while listening to the radio, he'll turn it on for both him and Leo while they do respective activities. He also has Japanese tapestries, mostly because when the boys were small splinter got them each their own, and he never took it down. He's got tons of books and maps, and more physics leaning posters.
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On the other side of the sewer, Raphel and Mikey share a room, in the middle they have a Foosball table they both enjoy from time to time, but on raphs side, he's got a punching bag (go figure) and a stereo radio phonograph, along with a chest of his things, his favorite stuffed toy, some art deco posters and a painting Mikey made him, along with a portrait of Casey, and a cow skull. He's taken the tapestry splinter gave him down. Says it clashes with the rest.
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And last but not least! Mikey has the brightest part of the sewer, he enjoys plants, and taking care of them, he says they add life to the home. Along with several paintings he's done and art deco posters he enjoys! He's got a desk for Journaling and an easel for his portraits. He's also got his Japanese tapestry hung, it gives him inspiration.
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All and all, not too different from their modern counterparts! I tried to make my little diorama art project as time period accurate as I could, for the sims yknow, but I think I did a pretty good job expressing my vision (although there was a sewer grate I COULD NOT find for the life of me so I just pretended don't look at it too hard)
April and casey visit on occasion, after all the portrait of Casey was painted by mikey!! Raph just felt... sentimental about keeping it. April visits less, due to grime, but she cares about her friends and can look past it after a good shower.
AND DONT YOU WORRY- I'll make a shredder tattoo masterpost, he's not covered head to toe, but he's pretty well inked up..
I had fun working on this alot tho!! Never apologize ur giving me an excuse to post about my brain worms
Questions or suggestions??? ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN ASK ME ABOUT MY 20S AU
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spurious · 11 months ago
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Your McShep fics are giving me life. I'm CRAVING McShep content recently - its so hard to discover a love for old fandoms that are now less active! Please send me all the great other McShep fics you stumble across, I've burned my way through your whole library
Oh my goodness!!!! This ask plus the one from a few weeks ago are really telling me I need to get back to doing fic rec posts regularly!!!!!
First of all thank you so much for your kind words about my fic 💖💖💖💖 honestly for me SGA fandom feels soooo active, even though I know it was an actual juggernaut back in the day lmao. BUT that means that there’s a MASSIVE backlog of stuff to read!!!! Just insane amounts of staggeringly good fics!!!!
And second of all you can check all my previous rec posts here: the tag is sometimes ficlets I’ve reblogged but also lots of links and lists in there!!
ANYWAY. Let me see if I can rustle up some new recs for you my friend! I have a couple of unposted recs in my notes so we’ll pop those in first:
Five People Who Know by hestia_lacey | ~4k, rated E
Five people who know exactly how John Sheppard feels about Rodney McKay.
Only read this if you’re prepared to have your heart stomped on, but ahhhhhhhh. The first part, with Jeannie, is definitely my favorite.
Wishes on a Wheel by waterfalliam | ~3.2k, rated T
The sun is gentle, faintly wrong against his skin. The wind whispers against his arms and neck that he’s alive and that counts for something, he’s never wholly alone, he still has himself—but it’s nothing like the sea breeze that feels like home.
Absolutely beautifully sad introspective Epiphany!John piece, dealing with his depression and feelings of abandonment, with a sweet ending 💖
Solitary by @esteefee | ~5k, rated M
Four days in solitary gives a guy time to think. Unless he's an idiot.
Aggggh the John voice in this is immaculate (as is to be expected from esteefee ofc). Sardonically funny with a soft and chewy emotional core that just...takes a little time and a little chipping away at to get to. But, you know, worth it.
Followed by two faves from this year’s sga secret santa, both of them variations on the theme of John and Rodney making up:
In the Dark of the Night by @hero-in-waiting | ~5.8k, rated M
The problem with arguments is that they never happen at a good time. Which is a to be expected given their nature. And the problem with trying to make up is, at least in the Pegasus galaxy, they come at an even worst time. Especially when John and Rodney get stuck off world, running from some locals who took a dislike to them immediately and five days after an argument that, in John's opinion, had started over nothing.
But at least they were together?
Love the concept of this one, love them being forced into life or death situations before being able to talk about their feelings, looooove the misunderstanding on Rodney’s part 🥰🥹
When I Think of All the Worries That People Seem to Find by @audioletter | ~2.3k, rated G
After ten years of being together, John acts like John and Rodney acts like Rodney.
Absolutely cried reading this I love it so much. The depth of knowledge that they have for each other after so long is so apparent in the best, most beautiful way.
Aaaand let’s round it out with a nice long one:
Inukshuk by murron | ~80k, rated M
A mission-gone-south isolates Rodney and John from the rest of the team. Forced to search for an Ancient outpost, they struggle to keep each other alive until the time their kidnappers prepare to sacrifice the one and purify the other.
This is absolutely a mcshep fic but I almost found that taking a backseat for me in my enjoyment of the way that the plot unfolds, the way that it’s written? Absolutely spellbinding work, I struggled to put it down.
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pouroverpaloma · 3 months ago
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Writing Interview Tag Game! Thanks @cinnamontails-ff !
When did you start writing?
I don’t actually remember! I was a desperately weird and introverted kid (surprise) and I read voraciously, all the time, so I also started writing really early. Stories, plays, poems, comics, whatever. I also kept a meticulous diary when I was in high school, and I’m so glad I did because it’s so fucking funny to read now. Teenage Paloma had a lot going on, to put it kindly
Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?
Have I watched Supernatural? No. Have I been an insatiable consumer of Destiel fanfiction for years? Absolutely. I gave a PowerPoint presentation to my book club once titled “All the best romance novels are Supernatural fanfiction,” and I stand by that thesis. I don’t care. Those babes were cooking.
Like, I’m sorry, the soulmate AU trope is never going to get better than Don’t Look Back by @goldenraeofsun. It’s just not. No one is ever going to write an academic romance as compelling as And This, Your Living Kiss by @asecretvice. If you haven’t poked around that part of Ao3 because you don’t watch the show, I beg you to get in there because treasures await ye
Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?
This isn’t going to make a ton of sense outside of my own brain, probably, but my goal is always to write prose that feels the way Ada Limón’s poems make me feel. She’s really frank without being unserious, and I love the way she creates imagery without telling you she’s doing it.
Also, this weekend, I read a Tessa Dare historical romance while I was on the beach, and I loved it! It was so fun, but not at the expense of the plot, and the supporting characters were so funny without getting in the way. A masterclass in froth.
Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?
At home, I write in bed with my laptop on my lap and a can of seltzer within reach at all times. Sometimes I go to a cafe near my house, but I’m always worried someone will look over my shoulder and see what I’m writing and post me for cringe on TikTok or something. Which, now that I’m typing it out, is maybe a stupid thing to worry about
What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?
I have a couple recs!
1. Go for a biiiiiig walk. Listen to classical music, nothing with words. Don’t try to think too hard. It’ll come.
2. Read something you find genuinely terrible. You’ll get so mad that you’ll start thinking of ways you could have done it better. For me, this is usually the book Haunting Adeline, which for whatever reason activates every “um actually” in my body at once
3. Type up something deeply unserious that you have no intention of publishing. Chances are you’ll end up loving it in the rewrite and post it. This is how that Rolan fic of mine got made
Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?
Oh god, yeah, and oh god, yeah. I’ve learned a lot. Some of it’s actually been helpful in therapy, like how I keep writing about overcoming domestic violence trauma. Some of it has been discovering, in a very public way that I can’t undo, that I’m into choking. We do not have the dignity of choosing how enlightenment comes to us
What is your reason for writing?
It’s for fun. It’s all for fun. I am having such a fucking good time.
Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?
I love when people talk back and forth with me! And I love love looooooove when people tell me how something made them feel. Or when someone points out a literary device I was proud of. If there’s a quote, too? I’m dead. I’ve died.
Writing is fun, but it’s solitary. It’s so motivating to have people who are willing to step into my little universe with me and talk about it. I’m extraordinarily lucky.
How do you want to be thought about by your readers?
I want people to see me as someone who shares their enthusiasm, ultimately. We’re all here for the same reason, and it’s That Fucking Wizard.
What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?
My voice is really distinctive! My friends have always been able to pick out my writing, even in anonymized settings, and I think that’s neat
How do you feel about your own writing?
It’s been a long way getting here, but I view my writing as a thing I made, that I liked making, that I now have no ownership over. Once it’s out, it’s not mine anymore, it’s the reader’s. And that’s a good thing! Everyone brings their own rich experiences to everything they read. Interpretation is amazing, even for something as prima facie trivial as video game erotica. When people tell me how they related to or analyzed something I wrote, it’s like I get to read my own story again.
:) I’ll tag @lemonstealinglibrarian @lastlight-inn and @toads-treasures , if you want! No presh
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vinelark · 2 months ago
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I love how I get both fanfiction recs AND published fiction recs from following your blog and that is so very special. On average in a week how much time do you spend reading? Just curious!
i’m glad you think so! i’m not very good at reading as a solitary activity, so being excited about things here or in dms/groupchats is part of the process 😅
i spend at least a few hours a day reading, if not more! i have no idea where to begin doing the math for an average weekly amount. 30 hours? 35? some days my job is very reading-heavy, and almost any downtime i have in between activities i’m reading either fic or books. (i’m often bad at finishing things i read for various reasons, which is where talking about them helps.) but other days i don’t get to read until i get home, and sometimes not even then, so it’s kind of inconsistent.
that said, while reading fic piecemeal between activities is doable for my brain, it’s really hard for me to read books (for fun) that way. i’ve been trying to prioritize reading-for-fun time on evenings/weekends this year.
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traegorn · 2 years ago
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Hi, I really like your podcast, do you have any book-recommendations for someone who wants to move on from introductory 101 whichcraft books?
Unfortunately I really don't.
Like beginner stuff is easy to recommend because in the solitary practice driven world of the modern witchcraft movement it's the main way 90% of us get started. Reading for your first few years becomes a necessity, and for a lot of folks that's where they find out what a lot of the options are.
And so those books sell. Those books get published.
One problem is, after that, you get into more specialized things. There is no general intermediate version of Witchcraft. People branch off and get into way more specific things. It's like how when you're a kid there's just "science class" but in college it splits off into so many disciplines. If you tried to write one book to cover all of it, it would be massive and unmanageable (or just not end up giving you enough information to be worth it and just be another beginner book).
The other problem is that these books are harder to sell for publishers because the audience is smaller. You always sell more beginner books for any topic (because there will always be folks who want basic understanding but not more -- be the subject carpentry or witchcraft), plus those that specialize will fraction off to what they want to do next.
So yeah. That means there are way fewer "intermediate" books out there.
And book availability aside, the main reason I can't recommend any... is that I haven't read a lot of them. Y'all, I love doing witchcraft -- I've spent the last twenty five years of my life being a witch -- but I don't actually enjoy reading witchcraft books like some of y'all. I mean, don't get me wrong, I research the hell out of stuff I do, but I'm pretty set in my practice. I learned a lot of stuff by trying and doing within the frameworks I've developed. I also learned stuff from working and discussing with other witches. I stopped actively reading witchcraft books for fun a couple of decades ago.
Folks ask me "what do you think of [author who first published five years ago]," and my response is either "I don't know their stuff" or "Ah fuck, you're going to make me read something aren't you just to find out whether something is terrible or not." Or I ask one of my friends if the author is terrible. Most of the time it's that third thing.
I'm like the opposite of @asksecularwitch in so many ways.
Like so many of my witch friends just spend so much time reading witch books, and that's great. I'm glad they're enjoying it, but I'm not that person. I've always been much more one for direct conversations with other witches -- and then when I do research something spending more time with non-witchcraft sources to make sure I'm getting the cultural, historical, and scientific sides right.
So, uh, yeah.
That's why I don't have any good recs for you.
Sorry?
Uh, anyone else wanna chime in?
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tarzinnia · 1 year ago
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When faced with the realization that your walk through life may be a solitary one, it can be disheartening and lead to a lot of soul searching. But what if you discover that you have a soulmate after all? Such is the fate of Peter Parker and You/Reader in today's Fic Rec, Countdown, by @withahappyrefrain.
While you are searching for your soulmate, Peter Parker is actively trying to avoid see-sawing emotions once he's realized he, too, may not be alone. But to have a second chance at not only love but also loss is not something he is sure he can face. Not again. Not after Gwen.
Follow along as You search for your soulmate and Peter battles time avoiding his. You're both in the race for your lives. Who will win? Read and find out! It's a great story!
Countdown (Mild language, mention of death. Please respect that the story is on an 18+blog. Minors DNI)
Please remember to REBLOG the stories and content you enjoy on Tumblr. Reblogs are the fuel that keep Tumblr going and allow others to see and enjoy content too!
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eyes-of-mischief · 6 months ago
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weekly fic recs | 53
prompt: possession/body sharing
fandoms: bnha, mdzs, mp100, tgcf, tua
bnha
now they’re all dead hearts (to you) by Canonymous
(mature)
When Tomura presses five fingers to the baby-faced boy at the USJ and watches him crumble to dust, he doesn’t think twice about whether it was the right decision.
When his ghost floats in the doorway that night and asks, “Can I hurt you?” as he stands powerless to stop it, it occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, he kind of fucked up.
perchance to dream by Jackcatmeow
“Midoriya,” Aizawa starts, cool and crisp, but Shinsou can detect the edge of something else lining his tone. “I need you to calm down, and I need you to deactivate your quirk. You’re safe here. Stop now.”
Aizawa’s words roll off Midoriya like rain on a windowpane. He's barely finished speaking before his arms are up, grabbing Shinsou and pulling him bodily out of the path of the other couch, which Midoriya has just pitched against the wall in a single motion too fast to follow. It pierces the drywall with such force that it sits suspended like a dart on a board—not quite a bullseye.
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Or: Izuku isn't waking up. Aizawa and Shinsou deal with the fallout.
bigger than your body by orkestrations
“Let’s not jump to any assumptions—” Another flicker of green lightning arcs from Midoriya’s twitching fingertips. “—That’s his quirk.” Iida stares, gobsmacked, at Midoriya. “Quirks can fire off in your sleep sometimes, right? When you’re having a bad dream?” Ochako asks. Kaminari nods. “That’s why I have to ground myself before going to bed.” “Sometimes I melt through my sheets when I have a really bad nightmare,” Ashido volunteers. “Then that’s probably just what this is,” Uraraka sighs, running her hand down Midoriya’s leg. “We just need to… wait it out.” As if responding to her, another finger of green lightning crackles over Midoriya’s skin.
When One For All activates while Midoriya is asleep, they can't wake him up.
mdzs
squenix robbed my house by victortor
When the world was still new and the legends of today were not yet legends, Lan An became cursed.
Yet, it is not Lan An, but Lan Wangji who bears the price of these mistakes. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji.
(The "two minds one body" trope, but it's "one mind two bodies" instead)
come to the harbor of your longing by occultings (microcomets)
(explicit)
Lan Zhan has his daily rituals, before the medium shows up.
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Lan Zhan leads a quiet, solitary life on the coast when a vengeful spirit disturbs his routine. The arrival of a charming medium into his daily routine quickly turns his relatively peaceful existence upside down.
The One-Body Problem by metisket
The good news is that Lan Jingyi has found a mentor, friend, and constant companion through the difficulties in life.
The bad news is that that’s because he’s been accidentally possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.
shape me something new by perilously
(explicit)
“Mo Xuanyu’s revenge,” Lan Wangji says dully. “It is finished.”
Wei Ying hangs onto Lan Wangji’s hand, his palm clammy. “I guess that means I’m finished too. He got what he wanted.”
“You are not finished.” Lan Wangji grips his hand tighter and pulls him closer. “We are not finished.”
(Or: the one where Wei Wuxian shares Lan Wangji's body with him after the sacrificing curse ends and takes his body with it.)
mp100
one is the loneliest number by bingbangbong_dead
(mature) (graphic depictions of violence, major character death)
“I think it’s time you were held accountable,” he leers, shaking him carelessly. This close, Reigen can smell the decaying scent that clings to him like an extension of his body. “I want you to watch as your actions destroy the ones you love, and I want you to hurt.” He lets go without warning, and Reigen’s face slams onto the ground. Mogami gets up too and presses a shoe to the back of his head, rubbing it there. “Suffering is all you people deserve, after all. Filth.”
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Mob is not the one who is trapped inside Mogami's mind world.
A Breach of Trust by Phantomrose96
(graphic depictions of violence)
This is a world in which Mob and Reigen’s paths have never crossed, in which 10-year-old Mob found psychic guidance in the form of the aging, retired tv personality Keiji Mogami, in which Reigen followed through on his plans to close the Spirits and Such Agency, in which a cruel twist of Mob’s powers forces him to confront how dangerous he really is.
10 year old Shigeo Kageyama has vanished, his trail instantly cold, and his case gathers dust in police archives as a kidnapping never solved. Four years pass before a chain of events causes his path to cross with that of the despondent, unfulfilled fake-psychic-turned-fake-investigator, Arataka Reigen. Reigen finds himself in over his head caring for an escaped victim of abuse who, for reasons unfathomable, has been taught to believe his very existence is a horrifically dangerous thing…
tgcf
The Thing That Was Not His Highness by VampireFaun
Xie Lian hasn’t been acting like himself for the past few days, but Hua Cheng doesn’t care, because he loves him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him.
It occurs to him too late that the thing in front of him might not be Xie Lian at all.
tua
Lately My Hands Don't Feel Like Mine by siriuspiggyback, VeteranKlaus
Klaus, upon appearing in 1960, had promptly learned three things.
The first was that ghosts can time travel. The second: Ben's not the only ghostie who can cling on for a ride.
And the third? The third thing that Klaus had learned in 1963, he had discovered a month after landing, and rediscovered every day since. He had learned that ghosts, if they're motivated enough, can invade his body and make their home there. And they never leave.
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gymmanufacturersworld · 2 years ago
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grison-in-space · 1 year ago
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Oh wheeee. Okay, quick fiction rec for someone who did phenomenal land-adapted cephalopod aliens deeply informed by comparative biology: check out Eric Flint's initial book Mother of Demons.
Spiders actually vary quite a bit in behavior among taxa, so I think the next question I have is: what's your spider-alien species' hunting style? You're going to get very different answers if you're aiming to build your species mostly on the active, cursorial, very visual jumping spiders than if you're thinking in terms of orb web spiders--much less comfortable moving around at speed, much more sit-and-wait--and different yet if you're thinking tarantulas or one of the highly social communally-webbing species. I like jumping spiders best so I tend to think in terms of them; you can think of a jumping spider's hunting style as being like a solitary wolf or a terrestrial hawk: they are very visual, they see prey items from a fair distance away, and they chase down and capture prey by very literally running it down and chasing it.
(Note: the last decade of research into social spiders has been badly disrupted and warped by Jonathan Pruitt, who was caught altering datasets and falsifying his conclusions a few years ago, to the total horror of his coauthors. Unfortunately Pruitt a) was extremely collaboratory and also b) extremely prolific when it comes to publishing papers, and it's very difficult to figure out what papers he touched have data that seems to be more or less intact and which are not worth looking at again, especially in Agelenopsis which was his favorite species.)
Typically most spiders are oriented towards two senses: visual stimuli (spiders can mostly see quite well and jumping spiders have eyes that rival a bird of prey) and vibrational stimuli--they can only really hear at fairly low frequencies but they are HERE for vibrations on any webs, and a number of species essentially drop sick drumbeats as part of their courtship displays. There's a lot of using their legs and abdomens for percussion and waving legs (and sometimes, in the case of peacock spiders, brightly colored abdomens). I encourage you to watch this peacock spider dance set to the YMCA for a particularly cute example. Some species also engage in what's called a "nuptial gift", providing either a prey item or a gift produced by the male itself for the female to eat during or prior to sex. At least one species has been observed offering empty nuptial gifts without a prey item inside at least some of the time.
Not all spiders eat their sexual partners, by the way--although some engage in much weirder sexual activities. For example, in most species sperm transfer happens when males insert a specialized pedipalp into the female's gonopores. Each male spider has two pedipalps and each female spider has two gonopores, and it's not uncommon in some species for the male to leave one of his pedipalps behind to block that gonopore forever--or even blocking both of them at once.
Spiders are as practiced at mimicry as any other arthropod species, which means that some are extremely good at it and lots aren't. A lot of spiders mimic ants specifically, not necessarily to hunt the ants more effectively but because ants are aggressive and numerous and a number of predators (like parasitoid wasps) won't fuck with ants.
I will consider this topic further...
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five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender ) for yancy and his abandonment issues? :3c
@frxgments-of-frxgments
Five Times Drabbles (Accepting, but slow.)
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It seemed like an obligation more than anything at first. Instead of spending time with the Gang, Yancy had instead opted to use his rec time keeping the curious inmate company. Chains, as Yancy had started calling them, was bemused, but never made an active effort to send them off. Did they want his company and refuse to say otherwise?
It didn't matter. Yancy sat with his back to the wall and his hands cushioning the back of his head as he hummed a tune to himself. Eventually, there was a tap on his leg.
Don't you have anything better to do?
"Nope."
Yancy closed his eyes, his hummed tune briefly turning staccato with a brief laughing accompaniment. He didn't need to see the way Chains' expression scrunched up.
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Two days until their parole hearing.
Chains had their nose in every legal book they could get their hands on. They had been assembling a damn good case to get them out of prison, along with a plan for calling Happy Trails out on their casual use of solitary for unnecessary punishments.
Even if it was rec time, they had taken all their notes outside and single-handedly claimed a picnic bench. The sports-watchers-club who normally took that spot were angry at first, but let it slide when they realised what the topic was. Parole hearings were a big deal for everyone.
Well, everyone except Yancy.
He was sitting on the opposite side of the bench. One foot rested on the ground, while the other was on the seat. This allowed a knee to be high enough to rest his arms and chin on as he looked aside. Chains' eyes were on their notes, but even if they lifted that gaze to check on him, they would be unable to see his face.
"You two wanna take a break and shoot some hoops?" Bam-Bam had the basketball in his hands, holding it as though trying to make it irresistible. Unswayed, Chains simply waved a hand of dismissal in his general direction so they could keep studying.
What got them to stop studying, however, was the low "Nah, thanks though" from the man opposite them. It wasn't like Yancy to refuse that offer.
As curious as the matter was, they didn't have time to dwell on it. There was a more important matter at hand.
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It wouldn't be long before they could leave this place for good. Chains had already begun to pack their measly possessions while writing Mark a "where the hell are you" letter. They wanted him there on the day they got out. If they hadn't seen him since he was punched through that wall, then he must be a free man by now.
On the top bunk, Yancy stayed. He didn't say a word. He didn't really speak much when it was just the two of them in the cell. Sometimes, he looked as though he was going to speak, only to shake his head and pull back. They had tried getting it out of him, but he was tight-lipped.
They hoped he wasn't sick. He wasn't leaving the cell unless he had to, and he didn't like being there alone.
Their hand hesitated over the pen they were about to lift as their head turned toward the beds. He was lying on his side, his back to them. Maybe he was getting some rest. Maybe they'd ask Shithole Hank to bring Yancy to the nurse.
(They wouldn't see how he held a pillow tight as he tried to hold back the panic of being forgotten about by someone he trusted.)
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(Panic attack warning)
Go away go away goaWayIdon'twantYouheRE-
Hands shot out, roughly shoving a figure in front of them. It gave enough space for them to drop down and curl into a ball.
Everything was so fragile. It would all break apart in a moment. One moment bled into another, and another, and death and death and death followed them wherever they went.
So much blood on their hands. They could scrub them until their skin was raw but the blood would never lift.
And no one knew the truth of the Captain. They should be stripped of their awards. Disgraced in public. Sent to an execution chamber.
But what would that matter?
They already died. And died. And died. And died. And died.
Would being executed again be any different? What if it all reset? What if that crystal was embedded in their skin again and everyone forgot all over again? Fire on the bridge! No oxygen! Rebelling turrets! Leaking cryo! Burning Reactor! Unstable -
A weight draped over their shoulders and upper back. Warmth. Two smaller pressures on their shoulders.
"Come back to me. Youse is okay."
There was a voice. It was calm and gentle, despite the rough edge to it. Despite the shove and the shouting and screaming... Yancy had stayed in the room? But why? They'd killed him so many times by their own mistakes and blunders. Did none of that matter?
(Of course it didn't. This one didn't know anything!)
"You're okay..." His left hand rested on their cheek so his thumb could rub small circles against their skin. It was something new to focus their scattered thoughts on. "Yeah... That's it. Breathe with me, an' we's is gonna get you back here. Back to the now, where nothing's happening. Youse ain't in space no more. Youse is back home."
Home... They were, weren't they? The energy that had been coursing through their veins in a surge of distress had faded, leaving them feeling weak. But not to worry, Yancy was still there, offering support to keep them together.
They slumped forward into the familiar embrace of the greaser. They were okay.
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(Bonus AU!)
You can't stay in here.
"Gimme one good reason why I can't!"
This isn't your class.
"And?"
Don't you have class right now?
"Nope. Free period."
The young rebel stuck out his tongue at the music student. He had pulled over a chair so he could watch Jay play the piano. These moments were ones he treasured. After all, no one else amongst the squares saw Yancy as a person. Just Jay. And if he needed to be square to earn everyone else's approval, Yancy would do it - except for the fact Jay say they liked him the way he was.
Their argument was cut short as they both caught the sound of Mark and his friends chatting down the corridor, coming toward the music room.
Window. Open. Go!
"I got a better idea!"
Immediately, he got up and bolted... Away from the window... And into the... Closet?
Oh no.
Of course, it was the one cupboard that wouldn't be opened during the class, but now Yancy was trapped in a small space with no way out for the next hour. He was completely going to regret that but... At least lunch was after this. They could find a reason to hold back and check in on him.
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automaticchildsheep · 2 years ago
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missaddledmiss · 1 year ago
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Thank you @damageinkorporated for the tag! I've been away for a minute so this is a good way to get back into the swing of things!
Are you named after anyone?
I've gotten an explanation from my parents that both the first letter of my first name and my middle name come from my dad. The rest was inspired creativity.
When's the last time you cried?
Fairly recently. That last episode of Parks & Rec got me in the feels during my rewatch.
Any kids?
Nah
Do you use sarcasm?
Whenever I can, especially in writing. Though I'm way more earnest in my day to day interactions.
What's the first thing you notice about people?
Their hair usually. Then I try concentrating really hard on their eyes, the line of their brows.
What's your eye color?
Dark brown.
Scary movies or happy endings?
I love my scary movies but I ain't gonna lie: I prefer happy endings. Especially nowadays. I need the catharsis and that sweet dopamine.
Any special talents?
Special talents? I've been told that I'm extremely detailed oriented but I'm not sure if that qualifies as "special." I'm a decent cook though.
Where were you born?
I'm a Midwestern girl through and through. Born in one state and raised in another.
What are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, hiking, cooking (when I'm not too lazy to dishes), and language learning (when I set aside the time to do it). I want to pick up crocheting and paper folding. I'll keep ya posted.
Do you have any pets?
Unfortunately no. I would like to have a cat one day. I'm a little wary because the reason I've never had a pet was partially because one of parents was really allergic to them. Waiting to see if I inherited that genetic lottery.
Any sports you play?
Other than a brief stint as a cheerleader in elementary school (and I do want to emphasize brief) I've never been in an organized sport. Most physical activity I engage in are solitary endeavors. Walking and yoga mostly.
How tall are you?
The short side of average: 5'4
What's your favorite subject?
English and History (and most other social studies) have been my forever loves in school.
What's your dream job?
I would love to be a writer, though I'm not sure if I'd want to be one full-time. If I could be that eccentric lady who owns some cozy bookshop where I could ramble about historical and literary trivia to anyone who'd care to listen, that would be my dream position.
So 15 mutuals...
Here's to gently tagging:
@kaiusvnoir, @macabremoons @maniacthewriter @quantumlandbooks @a-crows-corner @wisteriaxxviolet @asterhaze @malimaywrite @talnanor @girlfromthecrypt @friendlyshaped @nai-nty-8 @anordinarywriter @j-hawthorn @callahanscorner
15 Questions 15 Mutuals
@kaiarchives tagged me in this game that I haven't had the pleasure of seeing before, so that's exciting. The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.
1. Are you named after anyone?
No.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Last Sunday. I don't think it was for any particular reason, I just had a headache and was feeling down.
3. Do you have kids?
No.
4. What sports do you play/have played?
I played a bit of a football as a kid and a bit of volleyball for school. I also did range shooting in my tween years.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Quite a lot. I've been trying to cut back and be a bit more genuine, but my habit for being sarcastic and my generally low moods have given me a bit of Resting Bitch Voice, so people don't always pick up on it.
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Facial shape I think. Before I learn someone's name I generally remember them by the shape of their jaw and cheeks.
7. What's your eye color?
Blue, but it's a kinda greyish blue.
8. Scary movies or Happy endings
I like scary movies with happy endings. Give me protagonists who face down with the worst of humanity or the nasties of the world and come out alive and swinging, if not a bit traumatized.
9. Any talents?
I'm told I have a way with words. In general I don't believe in talent in the "innate skill" way though.
10. Where were you born?
Oslo, Norway.
11. What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, movies, video games (mostly strategy and roguelikes,) I used to sing in a choir and I kind of want to get back into that.
12. Do you have any pets?
No. Haven't really had the opportunity to, but I'd like to get a dog someday.
13. How tall are you?
178 cm, so... what, 5'10?
14. Favorite subject in school
Language and it's not close at all. Social Sciences as a second place I suppose.
15. Dream Job?
Author. Give me a way to live from writing and I'll churn out books at a brazen clip. It might drive me crazy, but it'll be worth it.
As for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter @shay-puppitty @longwuzhere @indigostudies @an-elegant-void @mjjune @marlenadutch @fire-but-ashes-too @meerawrites @sparrowrising @silverslipstream @floweryprosegarden @the-secondborn-of-seven @chishiio @a-had-matter
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rainieclown · 3 years ago
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DEADLY OBSESSION
michael myers x reader - chapter 3: blood pill
when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.
tags: angst, morning sickness, pregnancy/pregnancy tests
warnings: forced abortion, vomiting, angst, crying, yandere themes
huge trigger warning for (forced) abortions this chapter, i want to go into how patients are treated by the hospital as this is set in the 1980's and people in mental hospitals were treated cruelly around that time (esp in the halloween franchise) if you can't read this chapter, that's completely fine! i hope you're doing well, drink plenty of water and eat three meals - rin <3
michael had been gone for 4 weeks now, and you felt terrified. when you woke up this morning, you started vomiting and found that you can't move too quickly as you'll grow nauseous. miss burnham had visited, and was on crutches, only to be sent home by the administrator of the hospital. you felt lonely, they still hadn't found a free nurse as the hospital was pretty full, causing most of the staff to be overworked and unable to fit you on a schedule. so, doctor addison took you in on his more light schedule, he was simply researching cotard syndrome, and had three patients under his care for therapy and interviews about how they felt and how they became the way they are today. so, when you got up, after checking michael's room for any sign of him, you headed to the rec room where one of doctor addison's patients sat. they were talking, and the poor girl was truly convinced she was a vampire, referring to herself as "the mistress of the dark." you believed her name was thelma, but you weren't sure as she was never interested in talking to you and you just left her be. "thank you for your time, miss howcroft. i shall leave you to your undead activities." doctor addison bows his head before heading over to you.
"good morning, y/n. you look a little rough." the doctor greets, and you huff. "mhm. i feel sick, just spent 5 minutes throwing up." you sigh, and doctor addison hums, beginning to scribble down notes on a new page. "tell me your symptoms?" he suggests, and you hum. "nauseous, just feeling generally ill. i feel like i'm going to throw up." you tell him, and he hums, writing down the information you gave him. "morning sickness?" he suggests, looking up at you. "pfft, yeah maybe." you sigh, grabbing a cup to fill up with water. "is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asks, and you choke on your drink. growing flustered, you stammer slightly, looking away from the man. "i'm guessing so from what i witnessed." he teases, nudging your side. "shut up..! i'm not pregnant." you huff, glancing at your stomach. "you could be, i'll get a test for you." he says, leaving the room.
you sigh, looking over at thelma who was staring at you. she makes a small noise as she realises she's been caught gawking, and you furrow your brows as she slinks away out of the room. you had noticed her wandering around curiously, sometimes spending her time with a burn victim. they seemed to get on pretty well, and you and doctor addison made a bet that they were secretly dating. when doctor addison returns, he hands you a thin box. "take this, and tell me the results asap." he smiles, pushing the box into your hands. "fine.. but i don't think i'm pregnant as morning sickness normally happens before this time." you note, but doctor addison corrects you. "no, morning sickness starts around the 4th to 6th week of pregnancy." he smiles, and you roll your eyes as you walk into the bathroom.
your heart dropped when you saw the results. you were pregnant. terrified of how the doctors would react, how miss burnham would react, but most importantly.. how would michael take it? would he be happy or would he ditch you? "fuck.." you whimper, tears streaking down your face. a few gentle knocks sound through the bathroom and you flinch. "y/n? are you done?" doctor addison calls through the door, and you whine as you open it up for him. "so..?" he asks softly, and you hand him the stick. "oh my... congratulations!" he smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. you cry into his coat, and addison's smile drops as he rubs your back. "how will everyone react?" you whimper, and the blonde man sighs. "that i can't say, but we have to tell the board of your pregnancy. i'll leave it to you to tell mr. myers. come on, i'll take you to solitary to see him." he says, his british accent gentle and soothing. "thank you.. i'm scared but- i have to tell him at least." you sniffle, letting him lead you out of the room.
you've never been to solitary, as you normally stayed in your room or stowed away in the corner of the room. so seeing all the patients locked away and seemingly bored or distressed scared you. "is he okay?" you ask softly, and doctor addison shrugs. "i'm not sure.." he says softly, glancing at one of the more erratic patients in his cell. all of them were sound proof, inside and out, and were dark and cramped. "oh god.." you mumble, grabbing the doctors arm tightly for protection as you rest a hand over your stomach without realising. you get to michael's cell, and you see doctor loomis sat with him. michael spots you immediately, and his eyes brighten a little. you give him a small wave, upset at the bruises on his face and neck, desperate to get in there and hold him tightly. doctor addison gets his master key and unlocks a small panel on the door. "doctor loomis, i need to borrow mr myers." he says firmly as the older doctor turns. "ah, doctor addison. what a surprise." he grins, standing from his chair and turning his back to michael. "i'm just about done here. keep a close eye on him, he's deemed dangerous." doctor loomis says as he steps out.
you slip past the doctors and latch onto michael tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting about his bruises. he doesn't seem to care as his shackled hands find your hips, holding you closer. "i've missed you.." you mumble, moving away to cup his face in your hands. "me too. are you alright?" he rasps, voice rough from lack of use. you nod slightly, leaning your forehead against his as you gently brush his hair with your fingers. "how peculiar. i've never seen anyone get a positive reaction out of him." doctor loomis notes, and addison hums. "they have a special bond, but we need to let them have a private conversation as i tell the board the situation." he says, closing the door to speak to loomis privately as well.
"are you alright?" you ask, still resting one of your hands on his cheek. "mhm. i'm fine." he replies, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you fully onto his lap. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you curl into his chest. "how long until you get out?" you ask after a while, and michael hums. "soon." he responds, kissing the top of your head. "can i tell you something..?" you continue, voice quiet. "of course." he says, tilting your chin with his finger so you would look at him. "i'm pregnant.." you announce, averting your gaze from his. michael smiles, the thought of you swelling with his child was so hot to him, a true marking, but the thought of having a kid annoyed him. he doesn't like kids... but he'd make an exception for you. "michael..?" you mumble, tears welling in your eyes.
"don't worry, i'm happy." he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours. you smile, kissing him softly. "thank you for not turning me away.." you sigh happily and michael rolls his eyes. "i would never. you're mine now, forever." he mumbles, resting his large hand on your stomach. you feel warm inside, and despite being terrified of the teen pregnancy, you felt happy that you weren't in this alone. the door opens abruptly, and you jump. "y/n, please come with me so we can talk." doctor loomis crosses his arms and you feel unsafe as you shuffle closer to michael. "talk to me here.." you say quietly, not willing to leave michael again, and he clearly feels the same way as he holds you tighter- this time being careful of your stomach. "fine. i'm assuming you've told him of your predicament." doctor loomis adjusts his glasses before continuing. "the board just won't allow a pregnancy between two patients, let alone between two 17 year olds." he continues as doctor addison looks away. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to perform an abortion." the blonde sighs from where he stood. "what?! no!" you protest, draping your arms around your stomach protectively. "don't worry, y/n. it'll be over before you know it." doctor loomis smiles.
michael moves to stand, putting you down carefully and moving in front of you. "don't touch them." he says, voice rough as he speaks up. "i'm afraid you have no say in the matters, myers. hand them over." loomis says, folding his arms. "no." he furrows his brows, feeling you clutch the back of his shirt as you nuzzle into his back. "myers, this is crucial. let me take y/n to my operation room." loomis says sternly, taking a step closer. "over my dead body." he growls, and loomis simply smiles again. "we'll dig one hole." he shoots back, grabbing michael's wrist and stabbing a syringe into his vein. michael feels himself growing weaker slowly, but his urge to protect you- to protect his baby- is too much. tugging on his shackles, he tries to lunge for the doctor, but alas, he slumps to his knees as you gasp, moving to help him.
"now then, y/n. come with me please." loomis smiles at you, taking your arm into his hand to pull you from michael. "no! michael, help!" you yelp, trying to struggle. "enough, doctor loomis! you can't hold my patient like that." addison steps up, trying to pull you from the older doctor. "now now, addison. you don't want to get in trouble for stopping the process now, would you?" loomis teases, and you feel dizzy at how fast the doctor had pulled you. michael tries to grab you again, but he collapses fully onto the floor, unable to help you as you cry. eventually, a needle pricks your neck and you cry in pain before growing dizzy. "michael..!" you whimper as your world goes dark.
when you awaken, you're lay in your bed, snugly wrapped up in your blankets but something's wrong. you feel... empty. you can just tell that your baby was gone, and you start to sob. you cry for hours, feeling no motivation to get up to dry your tears or get some water for your dry throat. you just cry, clutching your stomach as you roll onto your side. your baby wasn't even a month into development, and they had stripped you of them. you barely got to experience pregnancy with michael, barely got to feel like a parent. your door clicks open, and you don't even react as you sob into your pillow. "y/n." a gruff voice starts, and you finally turn. michael moves over to your bed, and you scramble to hug him tightly. "they- they..!" you wail, and michael sighs as he holds you close to his chest.
michael didn't feel anything, but the sight of you mourning made him feel sick. he wanted revenge on the facility for making you feel like this, wanted to murder anyone who hurt you. "my baby..!" you cry, still clutching your tummy as he holds you. michael kisses your head softly, rubbing your belly for you. "it's okay. they won't get away with this. i'll make sure of it." he grumbles, a tinge of anger in his voice. "they killed my baby.." you whimper, hands coming up to grasp onto michael instead, his presence comforted you as you guessed he was feeling the same way. "it's alright.. i'll make sure they never hurt you again." michael states, laying down with you carefully as you settle with him, letting you cry yourself to sleep into his chest.
time passes, and doctor addison grants michael access to stay in your room whilst you mourn. he feels rage boiling his blood as he has to force you to eat, to drink, to shower, to take medication, to take care of yourself at all. they made you like this, and he was going to make them pay for every ounce of distress that filled your mind. currently, you were fast asleep against his chest, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep. michael can't sleep, and he doesn't mind staying awake until you feel better even if it kills him. you were his top priority, his obsession. he loved you deeply, and cared about what happened to you.
they had destroyed all progress you had made, you couldn't even get out of bed to go to therapy. michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead as you shuffle in your sleep slightly, your hands clutching his shirt tightly. tears are slipping from your closed eyes as you sleep, and michael gently rubs them away, leaning in again to kiss you softly. you relax slightly, but when he pulls away you whimper. "my baby..!" you cry despite being asleep. michael lets out a small breath as he rubs your back, fluttering soft kisses over your face so that you would settle again. "michael..?" you mumble, and he hums softly. "it's okay, i'm here." he says back, unsure if you're still sleeping or not.
you doze off again, content in your dream, still grasping his shirt tightly to keep him close. michael checks the time behind him, it was 3:41 am, time was going so slow. michael's throat was dry, and he can't fight the urge to go get water. slowly, he slips from your grip and gets up, unknown to the fact that despite unconscious you knew he left. as he gets a drink from the tap in the bathroom, you cry softly, curling in on yourself. your cries grow distressed as you lurch up, wide awake. "mike!" you yelp, hands trembling as you search for him. the other patient steps from the bathroom quickly, stalking over to grab you tightly. you settle with your head on his chest as he bundles you up into his arms. "it's okay.." he mumbles as your tears wet his shirt. "why did they do this to me..?" you cry, looping your arms under his to pull him closer. "because they don't care about anyone in this hospital." michael's reply is sour, and he moves back to the bed with you.
you sniffle as he lays you down, and you make grabby hands at him. chuckling, michael joins you and wraps you both up in the covers. "thank you for being here.." you mumble, nuzzling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. "mhm, i love you." he smiles, kissing your head softly. "i.. i love you too." you reply softly, smiling brightly. after a few moments of silence, michael assumes you've fallen asleep but your small voice mumbles his name. "hm?" he looks down at you. "if we get the chance, would you like to have kids?" you ask softly, and michael is slightly taken aback. "in here or when we get out?" he questions back and you shrug. "either." you mumble, and michael thinks. "absolutely. i'll do anything for you." he says softly, "besides, the thought of you being full of my kids is hot as fuck." he adds teasingly, enjoying how you fluster. "thank you.." you mumble to the first part as he gives you a soft kiss.
michael pulls your leg over his hips and you hum, happily shuffling closer to him. "you're so cute.." michael whispers as you settle on him. "stop." you whine, hiding your smile. "mm, no." he teases, lifting your head to give you a soft kiss. three soft knocks interrupt your moment, and you sit up. "it's almost 4 am, who..?" you trail off as michael gets up, gesturing for you to stay put. slowly, michael peels the door open and is surprised to see doctor addison standing there. "may i come in?" he asks softly, and michael looks back to you. you seem uncomfortable, yet nod, so michael lets him in. "i just want to apologise.. i shouldn't of told them, i just... my research means anything to me and if i slip up it will mean nothing." he explains, and michael hides you protectively behind him.
you sniffle slightly, leaning against michael's shoulder. "however, if anything were to reoccur... i promise i won't tell as long as i can keep doing my research." he says, placing another pregnancy test on your bedside table. you eye it curiously, and despite feeling a lot of pain you know it's always possible to try again. "thank you.." you mumble, circling your arms fully around michael as he continues to watch the doctor's every move. "i hope you can find it in you to forgive me, y/n.. i think miss burnham is coming back soon so hopefully you both can do art therapy again." he smiles, leaving the room after bidding farewell.
michael grabs the test, offering it to you. "what do you think?" he asks softly, and you take the box from him. "i might still need some time, but i will happily try again." you smile, and michael smiles back.
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miasma-of-fear · 3 years ago
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@jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear | Misc. Asks
Crane, I'm curious...what kind of games, if any do you play? (card games, board games, or hehe..video games?)
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The good doctor rolls his eyes at the lattermost proposed activity, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge it. "Solitaire is an adequate time waster when incarcerated in Arkham; it's quiet, solitary as the name suggests, and there are five different ways to play that I know of. I find myself preferring Free Cell, Tripeaks, and the classic Klondike."
"Now, if someone tolerable like Dr. Leland, Ms. Doe, or Bane is available, I could be persuaded to attempt a game of chess, perhaps even checkers. I say attempt due to the fact that Nygma or Tetch- or both- without fail interrupt every game in the rec room. Given that's where the only board in the whole of Arkham is located..."
"Outside of Arkham, poker isn't a terribly aggravating endeavor- so long as Nygma or Cobblepot aren't involved. Granted I rarely have the funds to buy in to a game, especially not under the latter's roof."
"...And while I find it humorous that whomever oversees the stocking of the rec room continues to allow Monopoly in a concentrated space such volatile personalities, I refuse to play it. I've seen the shoe and that damned thimble go too many places to even entertain touching any of the pieces."
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