#rather than “uses fire and rips out hearts” “doesn't use fire or rips out hearts” “rumpelstiltskin and whatever the fuck he's got going on”

[caliburn-the-sword]

emma made me viscerally uncomfortable from season 3-6 and the reason is because it was like watching a barbarian multiclass as a cleric. like girl stop with the magical energy blasts!! just hit him with your sword!!! punch him in the face!!!!

[chrissv4mp]

♱ SOUNDS BETTER

"m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

WARNINGS. SMUT, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

SYPNOSIS. when the topic of whose last name one of you would be taking after marriage comes up, billie finds herself in a rather... sticky situation.

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

"y/n o'connell," billie murmurs from her place at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off while her body lays comfortably on the mattress. she rolls onto her stomach, resting her elbows on the bed so that she can lay her chin on her palms, "rolls right off the tongue." she giggles.

you shoot a smirk that matches her own cheeky one, your back resting against the headboard as your legs rested crossed over each other.

"yeah, but billie y/l/n sounds pretty good as well, no?" you ask, voice higher than usual. whenever you and billie landed on this topic, you always got so excited, and she was quite aware of that.

she shrugs, wiggling her entire body onto the bed and crawling over to you slowly. billie takes her lower lip between her teeth, blue eyes fixated on your own e/c ones. she straddles your lap, and you stretch your legs out straight so that she can sit comfortably, hands coming to her hips to pull her closer.

your smile grows as billie's hands cup your face, her thumbs—both adorned with rings—caress your cheeks gently. her smile fades, but you know she's still very much comfortable and happy in your presence. the cool metal of her rings on your warm skin makes you shiver, and when billie realizes, her smile comes back instantly.

in just a few seconds, billie manages to remove your hand from her hip, slip a ring off the ring finger of her right hand, and smoothly push it onto your own ring finger. she examines your hand for a long moment, her hand gripping your wrist possessively as she takes in the sight.

"a little loose, but..." billie speaks, voice quiet. her eyes flick back to yours, and this time, you catch the desire and longing swirling in her eyes—those pretty blue ones that always had you in a trance, "i think it looks pretty good on you," she whispers, eyes slowly moving down to your lips.

"mrs. o'connell." she adds, a lazy smile tugging at her pretty lips. your other hand squeezes her hip gently as you bite the inside of your cheek. it was taking all of her willpower not to beg right now.

you shake your head with a quiet chuckle, leaning closer to her face. billie quickly closes the distance between you two when she realizes. her hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. she scoots closer to your body, her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning.

just the taste of your lips had her going insane, hips rutting against yours so that you could feel the strap she'd hidden beneath her boxers earlier that morning. you groan against her lips, and billie swallows the noise with pride, smiling against you as her tongue swipes along your lower lip.

you allow her tongue into your mouth happily, ears picking up on her needy whines as you fight against the wet muscle. in the end, you win, but billie doesn't give up her role that easily. reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips—but not without dragging your lip between her teeth, the action that always had you soaked, even more than you already were.

her hands leave your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your cheeks before trailing down your half-naked body—thank god you both only slept in your undergarments. her touch leaves a trail of fire behind, only adding to the aching feeling between your thighs. her eyes never leave yours, even as she reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.

you let the straps fall off your shoulders, leaving billie to rip the piece of fabric from your arms, throwing it somewhere around the room. she practically drools at the sight of your tits on display for her, her hand coming back up to knead one of your boobs while her lips latch onto your other nipple. a soft whimper leaves her, eyes rolling back before shutting closed.

your fingers tangle themselves in her black strands, tugging at her roots and causing billie to moan against your skin. she clings to you like you're her lifeline, fingers digging into your breast so firmly yet with such care, her thumb rubbing circles along your nipple as she suckles on the other. it feels like she's in heaven, her head spinning with nothing but the image of you beneath her.

when she pulls away from your nipple, a thin strand of saliva forms, and billie licks her lips hungrily before trailing wet kisses down your stomach, stopping when she reaches the waistband of your panties. her eyes flick back up to yours, staring at you through her lashes, asking silently for permission to take the thin piece of fabric off of you.

"take 'em off, pretty." you whisper, voice quiet and breathy from how worked up billie had you already. your tone makes her shiver, and she wastes no time, fingers looping in the thin, pink waistband and tugging them down your thighs, legs, and ankles before throwing them to the side like she did your bra.

billie whines softly at just the scent of your arousal, scooting closer and taking her place between your legs, "m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

her finger glides through your folds, lips parting to let out a quiet sound of surprise at how drenched you were. she grinds against the mattress, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit perfectly. her cheek rests against your inner thigh, her breath fanning across your pussy.

you chuckle gently at her needy actions, your hands running down your body to grab handfuls of her hair again. she raises her head again, getting the memo whenever you nod your head in her direction. who was she to disobey her (soon-to-be) wife?

she pulls away from your pussy with a sad whine, eyes locked on your folds as she scoots off the bed to rid herself of her boxers. she steps out of them, the indigo cock standing proudly between her legs. her face flushes in embarrassment as she catches your gaze, her eyes leaving your body as she crawls back on the bed with her head hanging low.

both billie's index and middle fingers come up to her lips, spitting softly. you watch as the saliva drips down her lengthy fingers, your pussy clenching as she lowers her hand onto the strap-on, pumping the large cock in her hand. you huff impatiently, rutting your hips up against the nothing. a silent plea—or, more so, demand—for her to hurry up.

billie nods in understanding, biting her bottom lip harshly as she crawls even closer, her hands moving down to push your thighs even further apart. her eyes are locked on your soaked pussy, enamored by the way you clench around nothing. her heart beats faster in her chest as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, breathing getting heavier at the anticipation.

"bil, hurry." you command quietly, your hands coming around to grab at her back, sneakily undoing the clasp on her bra. she bites her lip even harder when she realizes the straps slowly sliding down her shoulders, helping you by taking it off completely and throwing it to the side.

"jus—wait, baby," she murmurs, clit twitching at the sounds of your labored breaths and the faint smell of your perfume. her head hangs low, eyes fluttering closed as she thrusts her cock into your core slowly, her movements gentle as she whimpers, "fuck, ma—can you imagine how much better this'll feel on our wedding day?" she babbles, smiling at the thought.

you throw your head back against the soft pillows, her words barely registering in your head as you feel her splitting you open on her cock. your nails dig into her back, pulling her closer in the process and feeling her chest press against your own. the mix of billie's whimpers and your moans fills the room and both of your guys' ears.

one of billie's hands leaves your thigh as she begins to see a perfect pace—one that's not too fast, but not too slow either. her ring-clad fingers drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before she reaches your arm and pulls one of your hands from her back. billie pulls away slightly, kissing down your body until she reaches your nipple, taking the erect bud between her lips again.

"jus' like that, love," you praise, mouth falling open into an 'o' shape. your eyebrows furrow as billie thrusts deeper, not even noticing whenever she interlocks your fingers with hers—until you squeeze and feel her large hand squeeze back, "shit, you're such a good girl." you moan.

billie moans against your skin at the name, hips rutting into yours faster. her hand on your thigh spreads you further apart, fingers digging into your supple skin as she suckles on your nipple. the combined stimulation of her cock rubbing against your walls and her lips on your tit makes you feel like you're on another planet—drunk off of her.

"gonna make you m'wife," she mumbles, releasing your nipple with a 'pop' before she continues, "then 'm'gonna make you a mommy." she says, voice laced with nothing but lust and adoration for you and you only. billie lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on your sweaty skin.

at her words, you finally realize that she's fuckjng you with her special strap—one that she rarely used, but it was still her favorite, "s'one?—fuck, y'know how much i love 'ts one, bil." you breathe, nails dragging down her back and leaving a trail of red marks.

she hisses softly at the pain, nipping down on your neck in response before she feels a light slap on her back, "sorry—sorry, didn't mean to." billie babbles, soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue.

"y'close, mama?" she asks next, voice whiny and broken as she feels her own orgasm approaching. her hips rock the silicone cock deeper into your pussy with each thrust, the base brushing her clit and sending shocks all throughout her hot, trembling body, "please. please, want'chu you t'cum for me." she begs, eyebrows furrowing as her hand leaves yours reluctantly.

her fingertips brush against your sweaty skin, your hips bucking in response before her touch is gone again. your jaw somehow drops lower as billie begins to rub tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your nails digging into billie's back harder than before and definitely drawing blood.

billie didn't care. the only thing that mattered to her was getting you off, making you hers, and making you a mommy—even if it wasn't scientifically possible, who cared? not billie, that's for sure.

"fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—!" you cut yourself off with a gasp as she bites down softly on your nipple, sending shivers all throughout your body, "god, 'm'gonna cum, bil!" you warn, pulling her closer to your body once again, making her cock slide deeper between your walls—if that was even possible.

"please. please, sweetheart." she begs in that whiny tone of hers, and that was what finally did it for you. the knot in your stomach snapped instantly, and billie was quick to reach down between your two bodies, squeezing the base of her cock and releasing the fake cum into your tight walls. you almost lost it at the feeling.

billie helps you ride out your high, grunting gently into your ear and muttering, "you're gonna have my babies as soon as we get married, baby. gonna—gonna make you mine. all, fuck, all mine." she stutters, her own orgasm approaching as her thrusts get sloppier and sloppier with every second.

"c'mon, pretty," you breathe into her ear, your hand leaving her back to run your fingers through her hair. that simple motion gives her the final push she needed, her own orgasm hitting her in waves of pleasure as she slowly thrusts into you, "that's a good girl." you praise, and billie cries out.

her hips don't stop, though, slowly and slowly getting faster despite her oversensitive clit. she trembles above you, wanting—needing to fill you up again, although you were already leaking with both your cum and her own, "wan' more," she mumbles.

"jus' a few more f'you." she says it as more of a statement than an ask, and you can't deny her, not when she's giving you those pretty puppy eyes and pouting her lips.

"mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell," she repeats it like a prayer, her hips rutting roughly against yours as she whimpers quietly. she was gonna marry you. she didn't know when, but she knew that she was definitely gonna put a ring on it.

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[pavosnoctua]

(un)holy

cw: non-con touching, mdni, minors dni, yandere, imprisonment, forced marriage, isolation, spanking mention, some physical and mental abuse mention, obsessive and possessive behaviors, whatever is going on with diluc, masturbation (m.receiving/doing). let me know if i missed a tag! afab!reader.

he hungers to corrupt you - but yet, to do so would mar you with sin.

Diluc is surprised when you don't fight against him as he gently lifts you up from the bed, where you'd been crying just moment before but he's glad that you don't. He's not sure his heart could handle another moment of having to spank you the way he did to get you to behave. You don't seem to understand that you are a danger to yourself and he's just trying to get you to understand that.

He tries to convince you that the room you stay in is not some ornate prison, but a place for you to get used to your new life, away from the rest of the stressors, and so he can make sure you won't do anything that could hurt you (and therefore, him).

You think he's crazy but say nothing - you know what happens when you try to challenge his reality. And it's better to not do that. The first few times were emotionally painful lessons, that soon became physical. A few strikes here and there, as if you were a disobedient child. Then he started to add a bit of fire to his open palm, and you learned faster.

The bath is warm, set to a temperature that you like and it is scented. And he stares at you with desperation and hunger, feasting his eyes upon your naked form as though you were a goddess. He touches you with reverence, as if he did not have you over his knee just ten minutes ago. His skin is rough in comparison to your own.

Soap is gently rubbed into your skin, shampoo in your hair - he must make sure you are clean of todays filth and sadness. It's not the smells you like, these are too strong, they burn your lungs and your nostrils.

He can't even look at you in the eye when his hands move along the curve of your breasts and how for a moment, they linger. And how, for a moment, you fear the beast inside of him will finally win out tonight. Diluc starts to work faster, ashamed of his growing arousal, uttering apologies and how good you are and pretty you are. This is how he tortures himself.

"Just - let me bathe myself, please." You beg, after a moment - unsure of what you're most afraid of.

"No." Diluc answers. "You - you may hurt yourself."

And you don't say much else to that, the soapy water is rinsed off, and he does his best to rinse out your hair before relenting and letting you dip under. He massages your scalp as he helps rinse the rest of the shampoo out, followed by putting in the conditioner.

He's too gentle for a man who took you and locked you up - too gentle for the man who easily bends you over his knees when you act up. The reverence he has in this moment, it's too jarring. You consider fighting against Diluc when he helps you out of the tub, helps dry you - the towel being ran along your body in a manner that makes you shiver.

Diluc pauses for a moment - he longs to touch you so intimately, but he cannot. He is a filthy man, and would rather keep you pure and away from his sin.

One dry, he kisses every bruise he has caused in various areas - mainly focusing on your bruised wrists because he doesn't dare go any lower. He had already applied a cream to help the burn. It is almost like a ritual - a devout follower kissing his goddess. That he has imprisoned. But you are not a goddess and he is not a man of worship. You are his human prisoner, and he, your warden. Your 'husband'.

Finally, once lavishing you with tender kisses as he had gotten away from himself, Diluc dresses you in a fine nightgown. It is made up of the finest of threads, it can so easily be ripped, and averts his gaze. It has a much lower cut than he thought it did - and you know it will be gone by tomorrow night.

Once in bed, he looks as if he's considering kissing you good night but when you turn away - you hear him let out a heavy sigh.

"Good night."

Your skin is always so soft and supple when he touches you, and guilt gnaws at him when he finally reaches his own room - the door shutting and locking behind him. He's clawing to get his pants and shirt off. You are too pure for him, and he wishes to corrupt you. But he cannot mar you with such sin - such a terribleness that is him.

Yet his hand goes around his already hard cock, barely making it to his bed in time, slowly pumping it and he groans. Diluc imagines what it would feel like to have your soft hands touching his cock, to have your pretty mouth wrapped around it. To feel you under him, moaning his name - your pretty eyes looking at him with lust and not fear.

His touch is erratic, pumping hard. He hates this part of the night, hates it so much - as pre-cum drips from the head of his cock. Diluc imagines you spread open for him, how warm you would feel around him, and how sweetly you'd moan his name. You'd look pretty plump and pregnant.

Diluc releases his seed over himself, cumming with a soft groan of your name as he grips at the blankets. His seed covers both himself and his blankets. He has to take a moment to catch his breath, to close his eyes before the guilt comes.

Tomorrow morning, he cannot look at you in the eyes.

[nightisawkward]

"Another challenger… it has been ages. Perhaps you have forgotten how this game is played. Allow me to remind you."

Happy halloween fellas!!! Hermitcraft/Life SMP inscryption AU ft. Boatem gang I cooked up awhile ago but never got around to posting B-) Wild life smp has reminded me how mentally ill I am about putting these Guys in Situations so here I am

Mild to major inscryption spoilers under the cut!

For those familiar with the game, the general roles are:

Luke Carter - "Challenger"/Grian

In this AU Grian is still a trading card-based youtuber who's recording all this nonsense going down real time as in canon, but has closer ties to the GameFuna company equivalent, named "WatcherCorp". His old college roommate/best mate Jimmy went to work for them, but mysteriously passed away in a fire at their headquarters. He found the Inscryption cards in Jimmy's leftover personal belongings a few years after his death, and decided that the best way to honor him would be to make a video featuring the project he put his heart and soul into... in more ways than one.

Key difference from canon Inscryption: Grian's mind is sucked into the game of Inscryption whenever he is playing. He is able to enter and leave the game at will, but he doesn't realize this until he first dies to Leshy/Pearl and ejects himself unconsciously out of fear of dying. The only reason he realizes he isn't hallucinating is because his camcorder footage proves he actually enters the game. He obtains the "Watcher's Eye" during Act 1, which he keeps for all future acts and allows him to see things he shouldn't see as a Challenger.

P03 - "Scarred Stoat"/Scar

Despite being the one who convinces Grian and the other Scrybes to stand up against Pearl, no one seems eager to spend any more time with the conniving conman than absolutely necessary. This may have something to do with Scar's history of backstabbing and cheating both Scybes and Challengers whenever it benefits him most. Which makes it rather unfortunate that Grian is must spend time with Scar in order to gather as much information as possible.

In the beginning, Scar and Grian do not get along in the slightest. Grian finds Scar's attitude too "fake", while Scar finds Grian's "cowardice" to be irritating. At some point, the two go from passive-aggressive fighting, to a grudging truce, to more friendly, lighthearted banter. Neither person seems to trust the other, but it doesn't seem to stop the two from being ✨saddled with unnecessary feelings✨. Scar's Act 3 world is much like Leshy's Act 1 world, with much more emphasis put on environmental storytelling and general Vibes than actual gameplay. Even if his game is a smokescreen for his true goal of Ascension, he feels strangely obligated to give Grian his best shot.

Scar in his proper Scrybe form appears more steampunk than canon P03. Think of a Grumbot with Scar's boatem base aesthetic and tons of missing nuts and bolts. P03's bastardous tendencies+ Scar's steampunk base made this role perfect for him.

Magnificus - "Horned Wolf"/Impulse

Impulse is a talented artist and an even more talented programmer. His future sight stems from his literal sight: His eyes are able to see read the code veil behind Inscryption, allowing him to predict likely futures based on what code is running. He often laments his status as an NPC, claiming that if he were given administrative privileges and the actual ability to modify source code he would have been able to escape Inscryption long ago.

He is rather absent in Act 2, focusing on finishing his "artwork" as soon as possible. He uses his brush to create a menagerie magical creatures with strange abilities in hopes that using one in battle might trigger a unfixable bug, allowing him to rip a hole through the source code. It is unclear whether he was able to accomplish his goal before Act 3 roles around, but it seems like Scar's method of Ascension seems awfully similar to Impulse's... perhaps a sneaky spy was able to steal Impulse's information?

As a proper Scrybe, he resembles a walking mop or a yak with overgrown fur. Most of his features are indistinguishable, save for his small horns and his glowing goat eyes.

Lemora - "Distinguished Stinkbug"/Mumbo

Mumbo is by far the most easygoing Scrybe in the cast. While he would greatly prefer an eternal slumber over yet another temporary ceasefire amongst the Scrybes, he is willing to work with the others in Act 1 simply because he finds his stinkbug form too uncomfortable to sleep in. Mumbo's goal is simple: to delete the game of Inscryption, and therefore himself, and finally rest. However, finds the constant power struggles in the world of Inscryption rather tiring and simply can't be bothered to make a grab for power himself to achieve this goal. This hasn't stopped him from asking Grian to destroy floppy disk of Inscryption. Unfortunately for him, the temptation of the o̷l̵d̷ ̶d̸a̶t̷ [REDACTED] mysteries within Inscryption are simply too powerful for Grian to resist.

As a proper Scrybe, he looks almost exactly like Mumbo's minecraft skin: A pale, mustached man with blood red eyes who resembles a vampire. Mumbo denies all vampire allegations. While he is the most "normal" looking Scrybe, Grian would still hesitate to call him "human" ...there's just something slightly off about his appearance that sets him on edge.

Leshy - "Game Master"/Pearl

Pearl is an unforgiving gamemaster that puts more emphasis on providing the player a challenge than her canon counterpart. After her self-proclaimed "tutorial", there is no more handholding and she gives Grian an absolute hellish time. Grian is only able to get a slight edge when he discovers all of the Scrybes, who provide him with stategy help to even the playing field. It is unclear whether Pearl actually enjoys running her Act 1 game or not: she seems to derive an animalistic pleasure from defeating Grian, but there are times where she seems tired and fed up with the endless gameplay loop and intentionally throws during key fights. She switches between manic and depressed at the drop of a hat.

During Act 2, she barely even tries to give Grian a challenge, allowing him to progress straight to her boss fight without any side quests to "get it over with quicker". She seems to hold a deep grudge against Scar for some reason, which is the only thing that motivates her to take action to stop him during Act 3.

Mysteriously, Grian finds a burned and unusable Unicorn card within her Act 1 cabin. Upon discovery, Scar immediately suggests that Grian leave it where he found it. Some things are best left forgotten, after all...

[the-trinket-witch]

TWST Signature Spell Effects on the Body

Because I'm a wordy, purple-prose kinda bish, I thought about what each Unique Magic might actually feel like on the body (at least the ones that affect other mages when cast). (SPOILERS FOR BOOKS 5 ONWARD)

(CW: Loss of motor function, scopophobia, senses being messed with, forceful sleep)

Off With Your Head:

The moment it slaps around your neck and shoulders, there's that deafening rush of blood to one's ears. If you and your magic were lightning, the collar just became your glass bottle. Outside of the momentary dulling of senses, one may  have a general difficulty breathing, either from the collar fitting itself or the lack of support without one's magic. Lightheadedness and an internal hollowness make the collar leave you feeling like after a flu.

Bet the Limit:

His magic literally amplifies and pushes back your magic, but to do that he has to rip control of it from you. Bet the Limit gives one that jerking tug on the shoulders, a jab of pain that burns into your neck almost. Sometimes if one resists or tries to wrench control back, they're left feeling like their shoulders have been dislocated. They haven't of course, but the feeling is still enough to keep one from moving them for a while.

Doodle Suit:

There's a metallic, fruity Sichuan peppercorn-like numbing on the senses before it's replaced with what he decides. Pretty straightforward.

(Legit tho: I think his is kinda scary in terms of utility. The possibilities o_o )

King's Roar:

Burning. King's roar doesn't have fire but there's still a dry burn. Rug or rope burn, an allergic reaction, or being splashed with hydrogen peroxide, it all makes the nerves curl away like shriveling plants. Skin on downwards begins flaking like baked mud, falling off into sand like chunks of slate.

Laugh With Me:

Laugh With Me at first feels like the pinch of nerves. But pulling against the bindings is like hyena teeth biting and yanking your muscle and bones; you're not in control. That tugging hurts much less, more of a firm mouthing on your body in whatever direction he wants.

It's A Deal:

Much like his flattering words, his magic leaves one feeling glittery. But there's a cold tentacle-like grip on the heart for a quick moment; a reminder of what lies in the undertow. It's not a memorable sensation, but memorable enough to know what happens when it returns upon failing to fulfill your end of a contract. The resulting Anemone doesn't feel like much until one touches it, like a large zit.)

Shock the Heart:

The sudden wash over you feels like the splash of cold water after getting dumped out of a boat. Pharyngeal jaws scrape and tug on your tongue to reel you in, truth dripping off of you like seawater. 

(Truth is a lot of times subjective so why nerf it further? HC he can use it multiple times but lies cause it works on those unaware)

Oasis Maker:

Rain that's always the perfect refreshing temperature. Never frigid but never feeling hot. A relaxing shower of jasmine and chai, without the stifling steam

Snake Whisper:

A burning cobra bite to the skull. It's venom sears every wrinkle in the brain as you feel yourself get pulled along by the collar of proverbial tail coiled around your neck. Resistance feels like hot sand filling your brain cavity. Eventually the oppressive weight of said sand makes one submit. 

Sleep Kiss:

 Sleep Kiss seems pretty straightforward. It probably feels like sitting in a soundproof glass box, with cold air filtered in. Every chilly inhale acts like anesthesia, or the tug of exhaustion by hypothermia.

Fae of Maleficence:

His 'Blessing' feels like being laid into a patch of semi-prickly twigs; a dragon's nest or roost. It hurts slightly, but the diligence is paid to lay you gently in so they don't prick. Eventually you can somewhat relax, but adjusting or moving reminds one of the thorny poking all around you. It just becomes preferable to sit still, rather than try waking or even attempt at getting comfortable.

Meet in a Dream:

Many mistake Silver to have soft hair, but the only downy lightness about him, I think, is Meet in a Dream. Whatever sensations one feels when dreaming of flying, that fills you to buoyancy as he leads you along the Dream Corridor.

[nerdofthecentrey]

Hi hi! So the lack of Sang-wook (sweet home) ficts on here is insane! So I was thinking if you could write something x GN reader (if possible) maybe something where like, sang-wook finally breaks after putting up that cold facade he always has and reader just comforts him (maybe reader being the only person in between the survivors that doesn't find him weird or scary? (Maybe a confession) take your time and feel free to ignore if you don't like this! (Just answer to it so I know if you don't want to write it I understand!)

I’ll Be There | Sang-wook x GN reader

Genre: Fluff, A bit of Angst

Summary: Sang-wook’s walls finally collapse and your the only one who understands him.

Warnings: Mentions of Killing, Normal Sweet Home Stuff

Unedited ( Will be editing tomorrow)

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Sang-wook was dangerous. There was no denying his hard cold demeanor and his fearlessness to stand up for/ to anyone in the group. Everyone though he was a criminal but you knew that underneath that had to be someone that cared. Everyday you watched as he groaned and grumbled at everyone. You tried your best to make sure he was always taken care of because he was important more to you than anyone. Maybe it was a petty crush or perhaps it came from a place of understanding.

Everyone treated him as an outsider. Yet you would offer him food. He at first reacted like he didn’t care just walking away every time you tried. Slowly things changed. He would answer by shaking his head no sometimes he would take one piece before walking off as he started to warm up to you.

On a rather gloomy day rain fell hard outside, everyone already seemed to be in a terrible mood. But than a monster broke into the first floor. It tore through walls and damn near killed you all, luckily Hyun-Soo was quick on his feet to light it on fire before it could reach where everyone slept.

“ This is ridiculous we aren’t safe! That thing got down here!” Woo-Hyun shouted out. Making practically everyone jump beside Sang-wook who stood next to you.

“ Ya, I mean what if we were sleeping a-and it snuck down here and killed us all!” Gook-hee added pulling her dog closer to her. They had a point, but the way that they bitched about it didn’t help any.

“ Let’s all just take a breath-“ You started trying to regain some form of peace you’d all just lost.

“ Don’t tell me to breathe!” Woo-Hyun said walking up to you. Sang-Wook stepped forward as if he were protecting you. But Do-Hyun spoke before a fight could break lose,

“ The problem has been fixed we’ll have everyone check over certain spots so we can-“ Woo-Hyun cut him off grabbing his collar practically almost ripping Do-hyun’s white t-shirt in the process.

“ Your trying to kill us first you hold food from us and now this you-“

Sang-wook lightly pushing Woo-hyun back. His face turned to pure shock.

“ You dare put your hands on me! You thug!” He yelled pointing at him. “ Why is he even still here he’s a danger to us all! He killed a person!”

Sang-Wook face fell for second before harding back up. He stepped back as Woo-Hyun continued.

“ He’s a murder a psychopath-“

“ Stop it!” You shouted making everyone go silent.

Sang-wook shoved his hands in his pockets while walking away from the scene.

“ Walk away killer!” Woo-Hyun yelled point at him.

“ Would you stop!” You shouted smacking his hand down Woo-Hyun face turned in shock.

“ Did you ever stop to think that maybe he did it for our own good? Maybe that man was out to kill us or take our only things we have left.”

Woo-Hyun looked at you with a slightly deflated expression. “ Whatever nobody cares what you have to say! You don’t even speak half the time..” He muttered before walking away his wife trailing behind.

Everyone else followed their lead going off on their own. You decide to go after Sang-wook you weren’t sure what you’d find. But you saw the look in his eyes almost like someone had poked his heart.

As you turned the corner you heard the sound of breaking concrete and grunts. You saw Sang-wook standing over concrete blocks slamming them with a sledge hammer. Little piece scattering across the floor.

“ Sang-wook?” You said softly.

“ Go.” He muttered as he dropped the hammer on the ground his back towards you.

You start taking slow steps towards him asking, “ Are you okay ?” He didn’t reply instead he stayed silent you noticed his shoulders starting to shake by the time you reached his side you saw tears streaming down his face. It made your heart hurt to see him like this. You felt bad like you were seeing something you weren’t meant too but you weren’t going anywhere you wanted him to know that.

“ It’s okay.” He practically jumped on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close gripping your shirt as he sobbed into your neck. His grip was tight like you would disappear if he let go. You wrapped your arms around his smoothing his hair as you whispering.

“ You can cry, it’s okay.” That he did. You practically watched as his walls came down you let him crying till the sun was setting by than you both found yourself sitting on the dirt near the window in a comfortable silence.

“ Thank you..” He muttered. You could help but giggle at his embarrassed tone, He gives you shocked look.

“ It’s okay.” You grinned. “I’m not judging you.”

Sang-wook’s eyes widen a bit at your statement like nobody had ever showed this type of care for him. Maybe you were the first in a while.

“ You don’t have to be strong in front of me.” You reassured him. You just wanted him to be okay to know that even if the whole world judged him you wouldn’t.

“ I don’t know what to say..” His eyes trailing down to the dirt.

“ Then don’t say anything, Just promise me you’ll let me be there for you.”

He nodded his head in acceptance of you and an acceptance of letting someone special in. You made him feel like there was more to this world than constantly having to watch your own back now he could watch what was right in-front of him.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure what kinda of ending I was gonna do. I was thinking about having Sang-wook tell the reader he didn’t kill them for a dumb reason. Or this ending where Sang-wook just tries to leave it in the past and move on with the reader which is this end. Anyways That’s all Much appreciation ❤️���!!

[danosrosegarden]

edward nashton angsty nsfw? hmm... him stealing your boxers and sniffing your pillow while crying a little. sad wank because he knows he can never have you and he can only have this and this. this still isn't enough. he wants to crawl in your ribcage and protect your heart from the inexorable tide of Gotham and he can't and every second he can't he's filled with anxiety and the anxiety is eating him. he wants to taste your skin, not just your discarded fabric; god you're so precious, how can he defile you like this, even just in his mind? he's not good enough for you (he thinks, to himself) and he wishes he was because you're so fucking beautiful and he wants to cage you to view for himself but he can't! because he doesn't deserve it and he could never keep something like you. because everything he keeps rots. you smell so so good and he can't help it and he's sorry. In this essay,

my ugliness is not my fault, i know god just made me wrong - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW)

{contains: "breaking in" (really just breaking of trust/misuse of keys), male masturbation, obsessive behavior and thoughts, and self-deprecation/angst.}

♡ You were naive, Edward was desperate. It was the perfect mixture to get just what he wanted. Just what he needed.

♡ Just in case, you had told him as you handed him the spare key you'd cut for your apartment. He could cry at your kind, clean innocence. You'd cut a key for him. In case you were at work and he'd realized he left his jacket laying on your couch, or something. He thought of how you'd react if you saw him now, using his key for this. Your furiously furrowed brows, your mouth fixed in a horrified grimace. Maybe that was part of the allure.

♡ Truth was, the very last thing he wanted was to cause that lukewarm current of discomfort to slosh from within you. To be the reason bolts of fear and horror shot through your boiling blood would just be too much. He was a friend to you. A very good friend. He didn't want to mar that pristine canvas.

♡ He'd much rather just be the freak rifling through your underwear drawer while you were out than confess his carnivorous appetite for you. How would that conversation go, he wondered. How could he reach into the deepest parts of his guts, the darkest parts of his brain, and yank out those inky black desires without casting you off for forever? Surely, you'd gaze upon his blood-stained longing and run for the hills.

♡ The thrill of it all had him painfully hard and already dribbling. He unbuttoned his pants and took himself out with a slow pull of his boxers, teeth clenching and a sharp breath drawn in from the feeling of the cool air lacing itself around his cock.

♡ Edward gripped your underwear with one hand and began giving himself gentle, languid tugs with the other. He imagined how it would be if the blood and guts and grime didn't scare you off completely. He imagined your sweet, tender coos of encouragement in his ear. There you go, darling. Keep going for me, angel. You're so beautiful, sweetheart. I love you, Eddie.

♡ White-hot pinpricks were already popping behind his knees as he gripped himself tighter, high hums and whines pouring from his mouth like liquid silk.

♡ Edward knew this could never be truth. You would fear him. You'd take one look at his innermost hunger and be horrified. He couldn't even fully comprehend the extent of his fiery passion.

♡ He wished he could protect you from the filth that injected itself into the heart of Gotham. Such a perfectly crafted gem didn't deserve to be scratched or chipped. You were a blindingly bright bird to him, your wingspan magnificent and your technicolor feathers brilliantly tinted. He knew to cage you was cruel, but he was consumed by crashing waves of fear that you'd be hunted. Shot down. Ripped apart. He wouldn't be able to continue on if something happened.

♡ A tight current of thickened nausea splashed around in the pit of his stomach and he felt the crackling fire of heat burn between his legs. God, he'd do anything to be the cool one. The calm one, the collected one, the one who knew exactly what to say to wrap a spellbinding cloth of charm around you and pull you in close. Instead, here he was, gripping his throbbing cock tight in his hand while laying on your bed, desperately clawing and grasping for any semblance of you. Any silk soft touch. Any juicy taste to dribble down his chin. Any symphony of sound. Anything, anything.

♡ His orgasm rippled through his body sharply, suddenly, a shot of slam-on-the-brakes adrenaline streaking through his body. He watched the soft skin of his stomach flutter up and down with each ragged breath.

♡ Sometimes Edward feels as though a hex had been placed on him since birth. The future looked bleak, the present was weary, and the past was nothing more than a mildew-scented memory. Life had never been kind. But you. A flood of glimmering sunshine. A bright, sparkling rainbow after a dark, storming day. A gasp of crisp, fresh air breathed deep and long. Lovely, compassionate, angelic you. It only made Edward look that much more rotted and moldy by comparison.

♡ With a turn of your lock and a quiet click of shutting your door, he left your apartment with a thick scoop of guilt melting around his thumping heart. He took every day with you one at a time, careful not to reveal this sinister secret or let you in on his insatiable hunger. It would remain inside of him. He would not act upon it again. It would be festering, brewing, bubbling...until the next time you were out and the starvation spoke louder than reason.

[xannador]

Would you ever write out what the alternate ending for Mostly (H)armless was, even if it’s too much to fully comic? I felt like my heart was torn out by the ending, even if the alternate ending is never realized I’d feel better knowing what else might have happened 😭

I have gotten this question a couple times now and wasn't sure if I should answer this. Because doing so would forever close the door on any alternate ending. But sadly I don't see myself drawing more HFR fancomics... so...

Up until page 41 the story more or less follows a set path. Or at least all roads would lead to page 41. After that I had a couple different scenarios and scenes that I could go for. The version that ended up being made was a mismatch of... basically all of the most horrific ones.

And here are the others:

Scenario 1: Almost got away

There was a version of the story in which Chai and 808 got separated again and Chai would end up on the ground floor rather than way up on the hanging platforms. And he'd lure V1-RS underneat one of those platforms and 808 would drop it right on top of the psycho robot, crushing it. This doesn't kill it but it would be stuck (and furious). And Chai and 808 had the freedom to just... walk away from it, while it's screaming bloody murder at them. However, one of its taunts would make Chai turn back; the one about him being nothing without Vandelay tech and he's lucky his traitor drone (808) saved his skin all this time. This would have pissed Chai off to the point of actually turning back to face V1-RS, wasting enough time that V1-RS frees itself. And this scenario would end tragically similar to the one we got: Chai beating V1-RS without any kind of technology but at the cost of his own life.

I didn't go with it because I didn't want to separate Chai and 808 twice in the span of a handful of pages.

Scenario 2: Only one has to die

In this scenario, V1-RS cutting the platform wires on page 46 actually results in the entire platform crashing to the ground. Chai managed to grab onto one of those Vandelay banners and although it rips it actually slows down his fall enough that he and 808 survive. But in this version the museum is also set ablaze.

Chai and 808 would use the smoke and debris (from Chai's fight at the start of the story) to hide from V1-RS while slowly trying to sneak away. A falling plaform would break a window and that would give them an escape route.

But just as they reach fresh air and can see the night sky, V1-RS would once again manipulate Chai into turning back. This time by saying it's going after the gang instead. Just like in the final story Chai realizes that if he wants to save his friends he isn't going to make it out himself. But this time 808 is still alive so he shoves her into a trash can against her will, apologises and disappears back into the fire.

Chai and 808 are into this adventure together so I felt that either both should live or neither. It became neither in the end.

Scenario 3: Xan cannot resist putting kaiju into everything

A different version of scenario 1. After getting crushed by a platform, V1-RS would have crawled out of its host body like one of those parasitic worms that brainwash insects (don't google that) and forced itself into one of the huge display robots. Then it would have ripped other giant robots apart and taken bits of them to enhance itself into something gigantic and monstrous. Chai and 808 would have taken that time to nope the hell out of the museum. They'd scare a few random civilians still out on the street with their unfortunate appearance and meet up with the gang who'd be glad, and horrified, to see them. The reunion would be cut short as an absolutely gigantic, multiheaded, many-legged robot chimera bigger than ZP-1500 bursts out of the museum.

A high octance chase scene (potentially inspired by godzilla 1998) between Roxanne's poor car and Chimera V1-RS and a climb to the top of Vandelay tower could have been next. And the only right way to end a monster like that would be to somehow skewer it on the old spectra tower.

This scenario would've been cool as shit and a spectacle of (literal) epic proportions.

It also doesn't fit the rest of the story at all. Maybe something like this could have worked had it been a robot kaiju story from the start, rather than a horror comic. Also beating the monster with team work was not the right way to end Mostly (h)Armless. Chai always had to beat V1-RS on his own. That is the point of this story.

Scenario 4: If only 808 hadn't broken

There was a way Chai could have beaten V1-RS without getting hurt (or at least not hurt as badly) if he had only been able to communicate with the rest of the gang. That way Peppermind could have figured out V1-RS obvious weakness... it's an AI. And an AI is only as scary as its database. if Chai had found a way to connect 808 to the old V1-RS computer, Peppermint would have been able to poison its database with random nonsense. She could really upload anything; useless trivia about dolphins, the entire anime bath scene wikia, SCR-UB poems, and all Chai would have to do is keep V1-RS busy and distracted until it was so poisoned it wouldn't be able to function anymore. Then it would be easy to finish off.

Although Chai would get help from Peppermint in this scenario rather than do it all on his own, I think this version of the story could still have worked better than the one I drew. Because Chai defeats V1-RS without his robot powers and while being technically on his own.

Perhaps had I taken more time to think the story over I may have gone with this last version. Although If I had been given time to reflect I would probably not have made a fan comic at all. The only reason Mostly (h)Armless exists is because I turned my brain on autopilot for 10 months.

It was a very weird time and the meme of it feeling like waking up from a year long dream-state wasn't entirely a joke.

So yeah, these are the scenarios I can remember. There were a couple of shorter scenes that got removed but story wise they don't add much.

[suremango]

Has anyone ever thought about how young chip looked? Like yeah he struggled all his life and probably physically wilted, his skin riddled with scars. But he's still 19. So what if whenever his body was covered all they could see was a boy? A young man, youthful and ambitious and abit of a bastard. A crooked smile on a baby face. He never seemed that old, a future ahead of him, a future painted by a raspy and pitched voice, eyes haunted but looking for all the world. Greedy and selfish, heart full of more gold than he ever could want. Mischievous and clever, energetic and witty, selfless and brash, young and alive..

And now, now that his heart had been ripped from his throat. It leaves his chest hollow and his voice hoarse, deepened like an echo spoken through magic alone. No hope or life in a voice that lacks a proper tone. And he tries to use it. To spill out that future but the echo just gets louder as he grows further. He looks at his skin and misses how his scars looked healed, how his skin beamed with color even in them and how he could feel its warmth. His fire tattoo so faded it looks more like smoke and his skin so pale and grey like it belongs to same pallet with the black dripping from his mouth. He doesn't taste blood. doesn't taste at all. He feels empty. He yearns for breath with no place to hold it. His body didn't even get the chance to fight before it lost. Dead and decaying by the second.

And he looks at his friends. And for once, he sees nothing in their eyes, no reflection of him because they don't see him.

In their eyes, they see him break and shatter. His image a million pieces on the ground. And as he gets up before they could process, the pieces reformed in an instant but there's something wrong. They see him get up and fight, yell and joke, laugh and comfort. They don't miss that sliver of echo in his voice. How it changed just enough it's unsettling. How his eyes look no longer haunted but rather lifeless. These are the eyes of their friend and it scares them. His body is losing it's life so fast. He gets thinner than he already was and his skin ages, malnourished and lacking, his face looks disgustingly older to the point they don't recognize him. The color in his hair fades so fast. And then it falls, eyes sinking and skin practically melting and tearing like it's some old fabric weakened by age. His chest sinks and his fingers wrinkle and tear to bone. His smile torn by something that's more akin to their flag. Even his bones are scratched and withered.

And yet they still hug him, still love him. They don't recognize him. Almost fear him. See him in the hollowed they kill. Worry for a second it's him that they killed. When his whisper quiet footsteps are behind them, when a sharp, cold touch grases their shoulders they force themselves to not look panicked. You think jay, with all the fear instilled into her, once turned around and almost shot him in the skull? he'd barely withered at that point and she could see his eyes so full of hurt. Maybe as gillion ruthlessly cut through the crowds of hollowed had almost struck him, stopped by his friends yelp, his eyes and mind lagging behind before he remembers. And chip is just left to dwell on how he's no longer the boy that arlin knew or loved, how he probably won't recognize him. And since that's the first person to make him feel human, feel alive, then that would mean he's back to being nothing at all.

[kotalefanzu]

Pitch Pearl ATUS AU - Part 4

shout out to my homie, @dopefestsuit who commented that they were waiting for part four.

last where we left off, Sam and Tucker realize they have powers. they realize that if they have powers too then they should be able to reopen the portal. after coming up with a plan, they seek out their classmates.

"Are you ready to get Danny back?"

the second time they enter the portal, they kind of know where they are going. it was easier when they had Danny. he had drawn them maps and explained it in detail, but map doesn't compare to a guide. it becomes obvious when they waltz right into Phantom's throne room.

he was talking to one of his officials when he sees them. he merely laughs. it's infuriating. his guards surround them, but he calls them off. he'll hand it.

"After all, this meeting is personal, isn't it?"

while they are fighting him, star sneaks off with one of the map copies and follows it to where Danny's room is. when she gets there it's empty. however before she can panic, she hears a voice call out to her from the window.

"Star? What are you doing here?"

she quickly tells him that they managed to reopen the portal after Sam and Tucker turned out to have lingering powers from the circlets, but they got caught by Phantom and they are fighting him and they need to go now. Danny grabs her by the hand and rushes to the throne room to go help.

when they arrive, everyone other than Phantom is showing signs of fatigue. he cackles. "Ahahaha! This is so adorable!" He is cut off from his monologue by Danny shooting him in the back with an ectoblast. Phantom whirls around, enraged, but when he sees it's Danny, it turns into betrayal.

“Are you really choosing these weaklings over me? It’s obvious who is going to win. I thought you were smarter than this, Starlight, I really did.”

He shoots him again. "My name is Danny."

the fight picks back up again. Phantom is a brilliant fighter, the best, but even he can't handle an onslaught of attacks coming from every side, especially with the risk of hitting his Starlight is he haphazardly fires back in the same direction. he decides to remove the hazard and go for Danny head on. however he is thrown back into a wall by two unfamiliar auras. it's the humans he abducted. if he had known they would have manifested powers, he would been a less dramatic when choosing a lure.

"This is getting old Starlight."

Danny realizes that Phantom is getting annoyed which means he isn’t going to keep trying to preserve the castle or avoid Danny anymore. he needs to end this now. Dora’s words come back into his mind and he gets an idea.

“HOLD HIM DOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR ME. I HAVE A PLAN!”

they fall back into the same strategy they used before when taking down Sam and Tucker. redirect his attention and get him down. they managed to hold him for a few seconds but its enough time for Danny to get a direct shot at his crown and pick it up.

Phantom just laughs at him. “Oh, Starlight! Do you really think you can you just wear that crown. if you Don't have the strength you’ll go mad and die.” Danny sneers at him. “I rather die than be with you.”

he places the crown up his head the pain is blinding and the energy filling his veins makes him want to rip his skin off. the crown is overwhelming and it does kill him. just not all the way. just enough for the ghost energy to properly circulate. just enough to form a core along side his heart. just enough to become new king. Phantom's mocking laughter fades into fear and distressed cries of disbelief.

“STARLIGHT, YOU CAN'T! I AM KING! STARLIGHT, IF YOU KNOW WHAT/S GOOD FOR YOU WILL RETURN THAT CROWN NOW OR I’LL KILL EVERYONE ON YOUR STUPID PLANET! STOP BEING SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE BRAT. YOU'RE SO SELFISH YOU CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YOU!”

he lunges at Danny and the crown but is stopped by an shot to the core and crumbles. a great king turned into a mad tyrant into a blubbering mess. its over. he won’t be causing anymore trouble.

Danny leans down to the fading corpse of Phantom and stares at the enraged expression on his face before shutting his eyes and taking a glowing green ring from the pieces of jewelry decorating his fingers. he slips it on and waits for his body to adapt to it before turning to his classmates and telling them its time to go home. nobody has said anything since Phantom started shouting. there is nothing to say anyways.

it takes a week for school to go back to normal. Danny did eventually have to deal with the consequences of becoming king and put an end to the ghosts harassing the humans. they could never seal the natural portals, but they don’t need to anymore. Danny’s ghost friends have been aiding him along with ruling and while the ghosts are still unhappy with a partially human king, they have all admitted to themselves it was time for a change. Phantom was a mad tyrant, slowly becoming more and more like the mad king he liberated them from.

things are not the same anymore. things have changed. but this time its a good change.

[happyk44]

Stayed up until 3:30 envisioning my daughter of Zeus OC from childhood that I crafted into an original original character having a nervous breakdown because the sky is loveless and law is loveless and order is loveless and at some point the love she has in her heart won't be enough

"the ocean is a possessive bastard that never wants you to leave, and the earth loves you so much it provides so you can live, and the dead are coated in love from grief, and homes are where love first sprouted, the warmth of the fire, and what is the core of family and marriage if not the love between people, but the sky?

the sky doesn't love you. you jump and it doesn't catch you, it will watch you plummet to the ground. the higher up you go, the harder it is to breathe. the sky does not want you, it does not love you. and the law does not love you. it doesn't care about you, who you are, how you are, the why's behind the rule you broke. it will structure itself how it sees fit, based on its own feelings of what is and isn't correct, and it will throw you away for the slightest infraction. it will kill you for not acting the way it demands.

and I am the daughter of the sky, I am the daughter of law. at some point love won't be enough to stop me from executing every person who so much as breathes wrong. my love is superficial. it is not authentic, it is not genuine, it is a thin, thin blanket covering my cold empty heart and I will not get to the point where it is ripped away! I will not be my mother, and I will not be my father! I REFUSE!

so please just let me die"

Naturally I tried to figure out how to sculpt this into a Jason monologue because who gives a shit about OCs, esp ones they've never heard of, lol, but it was 3:30 and I needed to sleep, and I was like meh it's not possibly for jaybird anyway, he's got that wolf in him

But Jason has also been continuously abandoned by every family he's ever had - his mom, the wolves, camp jupiter when they didn't go looking for him, leo and piper, probably more and so on, and I HC to be suicidal and actively self-harm himself

and you know what, I think it would be neat if everyone was like "Jason, you don't have time for friends, you need to learn to be a leader, you need to focus on training, blah blah blah" and he's desperate to see if he can have both and somehow someway he summons dead siblings to ask advice from or maybe he prays for advice and receives a dream from my stressed out baby girl who's basically like "I had so much love in my heart, it was slowly killing me every single day because my rules were small and stupid but they mattered so fucking much and people broke them all the tim and the intense need I felt to hurt them as punishment for their wrongdoings made me want to kill myself and the only reason I couldn't is because my friends kept catching me. don't befriend a child of Pluto or Mors, they're annoyingly adept and weirdly stubborn about you dying when they don't want you to"

ofc Jason is desperate. He wants people, he wants community. But she just shakes her head. "you're the oldest child of Jupiter here. You're the only child of Jupiter here. You have no choice. I was the youngest of my siblings. If I were in line to be praetor, if I were in line to be charge of my cohort, I would've tried so much harder to die because love and leadership are incompatible for us. Maybe it works out for other people, but not for us.

Abandon your affections, Jason. Crave friendship but never seek it out. It will hurt you less when it comes time to discipline those who break the rules. You are a tornado waiting to happen, you are a lightning storm. Your discipline will not be gentle and it will not be light. Do you want to be feared by those you love?"

and he shakes his head, wishing he was a softer person, one who shocked rather than electrocuted, one who didn't bear their teeth, and played with the breeze instead of manifesting gale.

"then love no one. because the fear will come no matter what, but love? that's what you have to work for. and it has no place with us"

[imkylotrash]

I used to get lost in your eyes

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (first person).

My hands are shaking. Any minute now, he'll come walking through that door and I'll have to break both of our hearts. Any minute now, I will have my last moment with him, and my bones are threatening to break under the weight of that knowledge. Keys rattle on the other side of the door, and I take a deep breath to stabilize my thundering heart. It does not do the trick.

"Hey, how was..." His voice trails off when he sees my packed bags by the door. There's no reason to try and hide the tears making their way down my cheeks. He'll know soon enough what will happen tonight.

"We need to talk." The four worst words in a relationship. My voice remains steady despite the cold making a home in my veins.

"What's going on?" He still has one foot out in the hallway as if not fully entering the room will change the outcome of tonight. It won't.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't keep waiting for you to let me in, because I don't think you'll ever be ready. And I definitely can't continue to be shut out when you're struggling. It hurts too much." I feel my bottom lip quiver as I try to reel back some of the feelings threatening to rip their way out of my heart. For so long, I've managed to keep them contained, but I can't do it anymore. I am tired.

"Please, don't. You know I've been working on this. You know I'm trying to-to-I don't want to lose you." Finally, he enters the room to walk over to me and get on his knees in front of me. For once, I can read him as an open book. The fear of losing me, the broken heart already demanding to be felt even though I'm still here. I see it all, but it's too late.

"I can't keep clawing at your walls, darling. My nails haven't even managed to make a single scratch." Nothing on this earth could prepare me for the feeling in my chest as I watch all hope evaporate from his face. I have to consciously remind myself why this is necessary. How many evenings I've sat waiting for him to come home, to tell me what troubles him. How many times I've gone to bed alone because he'd rather stay in his study and ignore the world. Once, I was naive enough to think that I might one day become his world. That he'd trust me enough to let me see the sides of him that were less than perfect. I did not harbor such sentiments now.

"There must be something I can do," he argues but I've made my decision. It will do none of us any good to dwell on what might have been.

"I'll stay with Lily and James for a few days until I find somewhere to go." It's selfish to bring his best friend into this, but I have nowhere to go and Lily is my best friend. It's only natural to seek her comfort right now. I tell myself it's only for a few days. And it's not as if James won't be able to come over and see Remus. I'd never get in the way of that.

"Please stay." With unsteady legs, I stand up and step to the side to pass Remus still on his knees.

"Please," he whispers so quietly, I almost miss it. If there is something smaller than a quark, I believe that would be equivalent to the size of the broken pieces of my heart lying shattered on the floor. He grips my wrist to keep me from taking another step, but I cannot stay. I cannot destroy myself to make him whole.

"Let go of me, Remus." It comes out as a plea rather than an order, but I cannot bring myself to cause him any more pain than necessary. Fire spreads where his skin touches mine and I curse how weak my body becomes by his touch.

"Don't make me do it myself. Please just let me go." I don't want to have to pry his hand off of me. I can't have that be my last memory with him. After a full minute, he finally lets go of my wrist.

"You are worthy of love, my darling. I'm just not the right person to give it to you." I lean down to press a kiss to his forehead as a final goodbye. The sight of his tear-streaked face will haunt me from this day forward, but I still walk out the door. And he doesn't stop me this time.

[theferal-possum]

hey so nobody knows this blog but i got out of control while telling my friend about a writing a prompt i thought of and so now im giving it to you fire emoji (below the clip)

au where lance had his schoolbag for some reason (he doesnt know why he grabbed it, he likes to think it was the universe letting him have things from home to remind him that yes, he will make it back) and as they reach the edge of the solar system, his bag starts to ring, his familiar ringtone playing throughout the lion.

he's not quite sure why he decided to go on a hunt to find a charger to get it's battery up, maybe fate playing with the strings a bit to get it to happen, he's not sure.

it's what the paladins have deemed as "night-time," around 9pm back on earth. he was nearly asleep but is now clambering for his bag, worn from the years he's spent using it in space. he rips the phone from it, staring in disbelief that he was able to get a signal from all the way out here.

the words are clear on his screen, though his eyes are blurring them, tears threatening to fall.

MAMÁ

his hands are shaky as he clicks the accept button. the heart threatening to beat out of his chest the only thing assuring him that it isnt a dream.

it's quiet for a moment, before his mother's quiet words ring through his ears.

"..mijo?"

she sounds as if she's aged 10 years in only 5, but her voice was still heavy with that slight spanish accent, worn from years of english, that used to scold him and tell lance how much she loves him. but it's everything he's missed. and he can't helps the way his voice breaks when he says,

"mamá. oh mamá we're coming home."

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lance doesn't know why, after the call with his mother ends, he calls keith. sure they're friends now but he hasn't been sure if theyre that close yet.

but he does anyways.

it only rings for a second, the image of keith appearing on his screen. pajamas on, and kosmo laying their head in his lap, with his comm pad held lazily in one hand. the screen lit up with one of the crosswords allura had given them to help with their altean.

"hey man, what's up? you alright? you look like you've been crying."

he leans forward in the chair, much to kosmos dislike, his eyes squinting and brow furrowed in concern.

lance suddenly feels concious of how he looks, eyes red and puffy, but just wipes at his eyes, looking at the side of his controls rather than the screen.

"yeah, it's just uh. i got a call from my mom, from my old phone. and i just, i don't know."

keith sits up fully in his seat, although knocking kosmo's head off fully, and clicks his comm pad off and setting it onto the floor.

"dude, really?! i'm surprised you got signal all the way out here. but i'm glad for you! how was she doing?"

keith looks genuinely happy for him, not something lance often had the privilege to see.

"she's uhm."

he takes a moment to steel himself. taking a deep breath as he reminds himself that he won't have to talk about only memories of her the next day. it won't hurt to talk about her.

"she's doing good, she was uh. really happy to hear from me. says she called me every week just to see if i would maybe pick up."

and lance's heart can't help but break, as he thinks about his mamá, face creased with worry, sat with her phone in hand, hoping her son would pick up. hoping that he would come back. that he would come home.

"she uh, only starting calling once or twice per month after the first year, so i guess i got lucky. it was really nice to hear her voice again. i almost forgot."

(his face falls, as he thinks of the countless nights that he'd try. try to hard to remember what she sounded like. how she rolled her r's, how she sounded as she yelled at him to do his chores faster, how she said i love you. he could never get it just right.)

"it's funny honestly, i used to hope for the day that i wouldn't have to hear it as much. i'd mock her voice from behind my door after an argument. but now i can't even imagine that. i guess, you don't know how much you'd miss something until you lose it.

and i know it seems silly to miss her this much considering we were gone only 2 years. but for her it was five. and at some points i wasn't–"

his voice begins to crack, his hand gripping the edge of his seat so hard that his fingers were white. the tears in his eyes threatening to fall.

"–i wasn't sure if i'd ever see her again. if i'd be able to tell her that i was coming home."

lance gives a watery laugh, rubbing his hand on the back of his head as he realises that he just dumped that all on keith.

“sorry that was, kind of a ramble.”

he finally looks back up at the screen, tears pricking the back of his eyes as he tries not to cry again. keith is staring at seemingly nothing just behind the screen, face drawn up in an expression lance can't decipher. thoughtfulness? he's not quite sure. but he doesn't have time to figure it out before keith speaks again, his gaze falling down to the floor as he starts to fidget with the string on his sweatpants.

"i understand what you mean. and im not trying to make this about me but, after spending two years on a space whale, i learned theres a lot of things you don't realise you'll miss."

he looks up, his face almost determined as he looks at lance directly now.

"but hey, you'll get to see her tomorrow, you won't have to miss her for much longer."

lance nods, smiling as a warmth spreading through his chest. he feels a renewed hope for the next day. he was going to go home.

(little note but the idea that theres a big group that surrounds the lions after they land, which the paladins get lost in immediately

and so lance is desperately searching through the crowd trying to find his family, before seeing keith waving and pointing almost frantically, but a smile on his face.

and as the crowd moves his mamá comes into view, standing next to keith

she calls out to lance, and he immediately runs over, engulfing her in a hug that lasts, definitely more than 20 seconds, and once he pulls away she starts tearfully rambling about how much she missed him, how she always knew in her heart that he'd come back, etc. etc.

but after a moment wipes the tears from her eyes and cheerfully exclaims that she was struggling to find him before keith had helped her, saying how nice he is, mother stuff yk

and keith is looking away blushing slightly from the compliments, and lance just looks at him and thanks him with such a genuine tone that keith cant help but smile fondly at him)

[clonerightsagenda]

HDM 6 & 7:

Episode 6:

They cut Lyra being a natural ringleader of other children back in Jordan, which is perhaps why she's not instant besties with the Bolvangar girls. She still gets the job done.

No ceiling tiles?? Boo, we lost Lyra getting pulled through the fucking ceiling while eavesdropping

So show!severed nurses don't have their daemons at all, rather than having an upsettingly bland daemon. You'd think the kids would all clock that and get suspicious, then, though.

Mrs. Coulter: I never thought the child severing party would sever MY child.

Connecting the dots finally that Mrs. Coulter's obsession with preventing sin (especially the sin of lust) is connected to her humiliation and stigmatization after having an affair. She and St. Augustine would get along wrt having a sexual history you're embarrassed about and making it all of Western civilization's problem.

The aside about the fire alarms always going off after the procedure - first hint of the energy release

They added in rescuing the severed children and the interaction with the nurse. I was concerned because they didn't open the daemon cages but they... brought the cages? Seems unwieldy.

More dramatic Bolvangar fight, etc. And blowing up the device, continuing the trend of giving Lyra more dramatic moments and agency.

Lee Scoresby Chilchuck Tims handshake meme: This job has gone way beyond initial parameters and we need to revisit my contract and compensation.

Lee: So Lyra is the savior of the multiverse and I am her getaway driver.

Episode 7:

The show continues to make Mrs. Coulter much more visibly unstable. I guess that sets up her fucking off and hiding Lyra in a cave for weeks.

Some of the cuts between Lyra's storyline and Will's are abrupt

Given how much of Will's storyline they're putting in season 1, I'm wondering if the season will end with the two of them meeting up rather than Lyra walking into the sky.

There's not as much of the bears cosplaying humans, which means Iorek telling them later to be bears doesn't have the same effect. I liked the book's detail of the palace being filled with human furnishings that are waterlogged and rotting because this is not the right environment for them.

Shoutout to John Parry/Stanilaus Grumman who pulled off the impressive feat of being presumed dead twice

What's the deal with Iorek and Iofur fighting naked?? Are they not ARMORED bears????

Also in the book Lyra refuses to look away to honor Iorek fighting her, but instead we focus on her huddled looking away obscuring the end of the fight. Kinda anticlimactic, but I'm going to assume it was a ratings thing, only so much gore they could show. We're not getting Iorek ripping Iofur's jaw off and eating his heart. Hm. Do you think he's not going to eat Lee onscreen then.

How did the Magisterium find out Iofur died so fast? It's been hours and there's no one else there. Bear twitter???

rip in pieces henchman hacker guy, killed by cat landmine at the top of the stairs, the way many of us suspect we will go

Love how incredibly suspicious Asriel's reaction to Lyra and Roger's arrival is. That seems fine

[the-ellia-west]

Mmmmmmm

Wholesome group dynamics WITH PAIRS YOU WOULDN'T THINK OF

-

Ronan & Rose after training, Rose offers to grow him some fruit of his choice with her powers and they sit beneath the tree when she does:

"We've both lost family, but after so long, this almost feels like family."

"Almost. But I think it might take a bit longer for me. You're a good kid."

-

Mangrove & Morena watching the clouds together:

"You're going to be okay, I hope you know that. We're not going to let anyone hurt you. You may not be up there anymore, but you're not alone."

"I... Thank you. You're one of the best people I've ever met. You deserve more than what's been taken from you. And when I get my immortality back, I'm going to make sure of that."

"You know, I'm grateful you think of me that way, but not everything is about the future. Sometimes, I just want to love you how you are now."

-

Finn & Phenik talking beside the fire about the people they love:

"But nothing is ever really out of reach, kiddo. If she loved you enough to help you after all that time, what's to say she isn't waiting for you? You've made it home once. Who's saying you can't do it again? You're not just a kid. You're so much more than that."

"And you're one of the best people I've ever met! Your home is anywhere you make it, and you share that with everyone. You just haven't tried for what you want. You can reach, of course you can! You have wings, after all. What's stopping you from just flying to the top shelf?"

-

Wild & *you know who* Sitting next to each other in awkward silence before Wild just out of the blue says:

"I'm not angry at you. I don't think any of us really are. Finn's hurt, and Ronan's afraid. Rose wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how. The one thing I haven't seen yet is you. You act like you only care about yourself. But that's not true, is it? It's as far from the truth as you can get, it's a defense built out of a lie."

"Yeah... well... it works. And you're still feeling everything. Your heart doesn't just stop beating because you tell it to. It's just ripping you apart from the inside, rather than letting you know it's there. You're not going to feel the joy without a little pain first. One can't exist without the other."

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Reflective Clarity || 2/5

Starting Chapter Prev Chapter Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: kidnapping, being held in a cell, uh, something akin to a panic attack in the later part of this chapter, clothes ripping in a fight (forced exposure of the chest with no sexual intent), there's also a part of someone's eyes burning.

Wordcount: 2764

Summary: Pietro and Miranda have a rather simple mission objective; get out of the holding cell. Gambit on the other hand is just trying to keep the crew brought to the rescue mission somewhat together

-------- In the most unceremonious way possible Pietro got tossed into one of the holding cells after making life hard for everyone involved in the cell they originally held him in, shaking off the freezing cold the captor used to keep him somewhat in check. With an 'oof' he landed flat on the floor, looking up to see a hand reached out to him. As he looked further a somewhat familiar face came into view and he accepted the helping hand in getting back up on his feet. "How the hell did they get you, invisilady?"

"Could ask you the same damn thing, aren't you supposed to be able to outrun everyone?" Miranda immediately shot back, pulling her hand back from the speedster as she rolled her eyes, looking around the jail cell like she had been for the past day or so to try and figure out a way to get out. "Well, in my case, apparently these bastards have freezing abilities," Pietro said with a shrug, "they bottlenecked me and then made me incapable of moving, what's your excuse?"

"... Invisibility doesn't stand a chance against thermal vision," Miranda muttered in response as she prowled around the cell looking for anything that could help them escape, with both mutants looking as their captors left the room.

Their captors were... human, probably? Vaguely humanoid shadowy blobs with one main color shining underneath; the one with light blue peeking out from under the dark outer crust, deep as a starless night sky, having been the one to throw Pietro into the cell and thus probably having some kind of ice control.

"I don't like this one bit," Pietro huffed as he pushed his silver hair out of his eyes, "I don't like that they're countering our powers like that and I have the sinking feeling they would love to add ours to the mix. This has Sinister written all over it and if that's the case no one is going to come help us-"

"Good, in that case I don't want them to. That's too big a risk," Miranda replied in a deadpan fashion; Pietro didn't need to know that in the depths of her heart she was still praying that her friends and family would show up to come get her. At the same time she knew how dangerous that was, what risks it would have if Sinister got his hands on more mutant abilities to clone and corrupt. That was a fate she didn't want to put on anyone, not even on... Her eyes flicked to Pietro for just a second who had sat himself down on the ground of the cell

"... Moping isn't going to help anyone. We will get out of here, and the moment we do I need you to grab onto my arm and run faster than you ever have before."

Pietro just looked at her, eyebrow raised, as he slowly inhaled with the intent to ask just what leverage she thought she had on him to just immediately slot him into her escape plan like that, but the absolute daggers her green eyes threw his way halted him in his breath as she pointed at him

"If you have the fucking gall to leave me here after I get this cell open, Maximoff, I swear to the Gods and Hell Deities of every faith on earth that I will fucking end you myself; that is if my family doesn't get to your ass first and teach you a lesson for bailing on me in fucking Sinister's hold!" the words left her in a snarl, her green eyes almost spewing fire at the speedster, before she muttered under her breath, "I have to get back to him."

And that made Pietro raise an eyebrow. Him? Hm. There was something more to this than just a girl desperate to get back to her family. This was about going home where home was more than just the bricks of the mansion that the X-men resided in. With his brain as fast as the rest of him was, he came to the conclusion easily enough.

"You're Wagner's girl, aren't you?"

She just looked at him dumbfounded, while he shrugged with a casual smirk on his face, deep dark brown eyes glancing at her with a hint of enjoyment to them as her reaction was proof enough that he was right.

"Please, that's the easiest process of elimination list I have ever been given. "I have to get back to him." Immediately rules out a bunch of people at the mansion and it leaves me realistically with a few options; you don't seem to be into the bad boy type or you wouldn’t be so snappy with me and my crew, so Gambit is out of the question, as is Logan. Scott's taken. And you're street smart rather than book smart so I don't feel like married to his medical job and slew of PHD's Hank is it either; so a soft hearted goody two shoes who can keep up with you who you're desperate to return to, combined with the fact you depend on someone else to be the escape route?"

He got up from where he sat, casually dusting his clothes off as he did, no less smugly satisfied in his body language.

"Yeah, you want to get back to Wagner. Anyway, to not stick your entire family, and Lance, on my ass, I guess I can help you escape," Pietro dryly remarked, "Question; what exactly is your master plan of getting out of here, oh wise invisible one?"

"Find something to pick the lock with, and have the speedster run us both out of here.'

"And the icy shadowy blob?"

"Avoid at all costs."

"Wow. So what this plan has a success rate of like, 40 percent, if we're lucky?"

"Do you have a better idea?!"

No, he didn't. He wasn't the type to think the details of any given plan through, he just did whatever felt right in the moment and only on the most rarest of occasions did he listen to the input of anyone else. So even he started looking for something that could function as a lockpick. They searched every inch of the cell they were held in, until both suddenly froze as the ground started to shake. Pietro immediately looked up, trying to see through the window of the cell but only seeing the bright blue sky instantly change to a threatening stormy grey.

"Uh, I think the cavalry is coming anyway," he said, with both mutants flinching as the door to the room where their cell was got flung open and six different shadowy humanoids poured in. A set of them approached the cell, with a light blue one immediately sending an ice beam over to Pietro that he only barely dodged. Green eyes met panicked, deep brown ones; as soon as another shadowy figure opened the cell door Miranda threw herself in the way and got grabbed instead. She was pulled out of the cell, the door immediately locking behind her with Pietro rushing over to the bars.

"Hey! Let her go! You wanted me, you bastards, leave her alone!"

Miranda flinched back harshly when the light blue under toned shadow immediately turned towards the speedster, grabbing on to the arm that he had stuck between the bars only to immediately make him literally freeze in response, ice crystals crawling up the arm of the other mutant.

"Stop! I'll go with you, just don't hurt him!" she called, and with that the shadowy humanoids ungracefully dragged her out of the room. Pietro hit the bars in frustration, looking up as it started thundering outside and the ground started shaking again

"Guys, come on, get me out of here. She needs help!" As Gambit arrived on the scene in the Honda he had ‘borrowed’ from Logan, he only barely managed to avoid a forming deep tear in the ground below- the car skipping and sliding over the ground before coming to a screeching halt as he looked to the onslaught that was already happening. Like he had predicted, Scott was fighting off a lot of weird, shadowy figures that seemed hellbent on trying to grab him and he was helped by the sheer brute strength of Beast protecting him. Storm, on the other hand, was bringing thunder and lightning and the raw power of the strong winds she could control, the air currents picking up whatever Avalanche broke apart from the ground to use as ranged ammo to shoot at the enemy. And that was just whatever Avalanche provided her, because whenever he was approached by an offshoot of the opposing party the ground split apart at his command and swallowed his attackers whole if he didn’t simply squash them between clumps of the earth that listened to his beck and call.

Somehow in the midst of all this chaos Gambit had to find a way to get in, retrieve their friends, and somehow not get killed in the process. His fingers anxiously tapped onto the steering wheel of the card as he heard Scott and Lance argue back and forth over the comms, the constant yapping and sneering between two people who still had unfinished beef with each other after all these years making it hard for him to concentrate on a plan to get their people inside to safety, until his hand flung up to his own communication device. “Fils de putain; Will the two of ya shut the fuck up?! Trying to think of a way to save our friends, the thing we’re here for, is hard enough without the lot of ya arguing about old shit you should’ve gotten over by now! Especially you, Scott, you’re supposed to be the reasonable adult in any given situation!” “Yeah, Summers, isn’t that your whole thing, being-“ “That doesn’t put you in the fucking clear, Lance! Behave yourself for once instead of deliberately annoying the shit out of Scott and figure out how to weaken the actual building so I can get in, alright?!”

As both of the arguable leaders of the X-men and Brotherhood begrudgingly agreed to Gambit’s intervening in the arguing, the Cajun was met with blissful silence on the comms; at least as far as the arguing went. Gambit gave himself just a moment to press the back of his head against the head support of the car, letting out his frustration in a deep groan as he still tried to conjure up a plan of getting into the building.

When he reopened his red eyes he looked into the rearview mirror; only to see a set of light brown eyes staring straight back at him. He flung himself over to look at the back seat faster than he ever had in his life; in the most heart stopping double take he ever had. Having crawled up from and out of the gap between the seats of the car, now sitting straight in the middle of the three seats in the back, while casually waving at him was- “Roberto, what the fuck are you doing here?!” 

“You looked like you could use some help, so I snuck in,” and with no further explanation Roberto left the car, with Gambit cursing several unmentionable Cajun swears and leaving the car just as fast to try and stop the much younger man from getting involved.

Meanwhile and equally as unceremoniously as the speedster had been handled before her, Miranda was dragged along the corridors of the building; the shadow captor who had a hold on her arm easily pulled her into a room with a few windows blocked by shades, though one of the windows was showing a sliver of sunlight through it. In the room to the back stood a gigantic machine with some kind of door that the shadowy figure nearby the machine opened, and as soon as they did something deep within Miranda's gut told her:

‘Whatever happens; do not let them put you in there.’

At the same time thunder struck outside followed immediately by heavy tremors in the ground, and Miranda saw a way to twist her captor's arm and break free in the chaos from the forces of nature outside. As soon as she stepped backwards the stronger looking henchman near the door grabbed onto her suit; strong fingers coiling into the fabric underneath and even grabbing a firm hold of the strap of the bodysuit she wore underneath. In one fell swoop and with her heels skipping over the tiled floor below she was dragged back the way she came; further towards the machine her entire being screamed at her that she didn't want to be in "Let go!"

Her voice roared as loud as the thunder outside, her long nails harshly scratching over the arm of the henchman who still had a hold of her. The grip they had on her suit and the strap of the bodysuit underneath so brutally strong that she could feel her skin complaining at the pain it was being put through. Her invisibility wasn’t responding to her desperate internal plea for it to just switch on, only the buzz of something far more volatile underneath that didn’t seem to listen to her either, so instead she put her full weight in the center of her body; pulling back with all her might. In this push and pull back and forth between the two, something inevitably had to give. The sound of fabric ripping itself apart echoed through the room as her suit gave out, unable to stay together under the force of two people pulling at it with everything they had. And as this tear broke its way over the fabric that covered her chest she froze, her eyes as wide as they could possibly go in shock while her pale skin turned an unhealthy shade of white. Then, that low buzz reacted. Normally she would just turn invisible, but she felt her entire being shudder as something else seemed to possess her cells. The singular beam of light that fell through the crack in the blinds of the window nearby fell on the exposed skin underneath her collarbones where her suit had torn apart; full force reflecting itself off as if bouncing through a magnifying glass and straight in the eyes of her attacker, which immediately started to burn so bad they let go of her in a mangled cry of pain.

She tumbled backwards, her hand caught in the light beam as well and reflecting back to the window so strongly to which the blinds simply melted off. With the sun now happily shining its rays through the window and right on her, whatever had turned her reflective aggressively grabbed hold of her suit to pull it along in this new change. Mere seconds later a gigantic light beam blew itself through the length of the room, completely destroying the machine she had been pulled towards as the full force of the reflected sunlight blew through the bricks and mortar of the building; scaring the living daylights out of the crew outside and below.

It halted Gambit in his scolding of Roberto, only slightly looking up to where this seeming laser beam was coming from while immediately looking away as his eyes protested at the intensity of the light. He brought a shaky hand to his communication device, asking Scott a question he already knew the answer to.

"Cyclops. Please tell me that's you."

"It's not," Cyclops said with a wry tone to his voice over the group communication, "from what my visor is telling me it's pure, concentrated sunlight-"

There was a flicker of something in the light brown eyes of his friend, and Gambit didn't react in time to stop Roberto from turning into his mutant form as soon as Scott mentioned it was sunlight. Sunspot immediately flew up to place himself directly in the path of the beam; guiding it towards him in an attempt to absorb all of it to the best of his ability; his dark form immediately flickering with the intensity of the energy blasted into him.

"Merde, what the fuck are they doing in there?!?" Gambit cried out to himself, quickly overlooking the situation once more and turning back to his group communication, "Storm; give Sunspot aerial back up; he's our only defense against that beam. Alvers, get over to my position; we need to get the hell in there and find out what the fuck is going on!"