#salem yippee!!!!

[official-silly-guys]

Official silly guy!!!!

this is a boy ⬆️

a boy named Salem Sylvester Wolfjager

[woof-squiggles]

IT’S FINALLY HERE‼️‼️

MURDER DRONES PICREW!!!

YIPPEE WAY TOO LONG IN THE MAKING BUT FINALLY RELEASED!!

finished? debatable! but now that it’s released it’s a huge weight off my shoulders to get it out before the last episode.

options are a tad limited for now but things i plan to add are under cut!

most definitely wanna add:

more colors to clothing items that have only 1-2 colors. PLEASE give me color recommendations for those items!!!

UNNATURAL HAIR COLORS‼️‼️ purple is a guaranteed but also give me color suggestions!!

more clothing options (especially the DDs cloaks and prom wear, AND LEG WARMERS)

extra hat stuff! (bows, maid lace thingies, goggles, etc.)

extra face stuff! (mustaches, glasses on face, etc)

extra misc stuff (DD tails, DD wings, solver tails)

maayyyybeee?

stickers/bandaids

more bottom clothing (pants are a given but other than that 🤷)

bracelets/necklaces

weapons

solver hands

[omgkalyppso]

[Content ID: art of Astarion and an original character from Baldur’s Gate 3. They are sharing an open-mouthed kiss. They each have their eyes closed. Astarion is wearing his standard white camp dress shirt. In the foreground, Astarion's right hand is raised to hold the original character around the neck and jaw, and in the background, his left hand is raised to hold the original character around the back of the neck, with his fingers carding through the original character's hair to be visible. The original character is wearing an open leather vest, at least one leather pauldron, a series of belts across his chest, a black bandana around his neck, at least one bird skull earring and golden decorations on his beard. The original character's chest is decorated with chest hair, a visible top surgery scar, and a skull tattoo, bordered on their side by sword tattoos, and crowned with tattooed dots in comparable imagery to Bhaal. The original character's left arm also has a partially visible skeleton tattoo, underneath which are three tattooed drops of blood. In the background, there is a starry night sky, a vague shape of a building to the left of the image, the vague shadow of trees to the right, and grass which is lighter on the right to give the illusion of a fire out of frame. /End ID]

Gift art for @boghermit's durge, Salem (in one of his louder looks) with Astarion! (:

A closeup and just the lines below the cut. And a meme.

This is just an endless loop of:

[thebusytypewriter]

I am in schoolwork hell rn so bishops will wait until I’m no longer drowning. For now have a preview via some Leshy and Basil (yellow cat) doodles I did while I was definitely paying attention in class mhm

[salemripley]

I’ve been fat for most of my life okay and it makes me happy to see people be like fat people are sexy because like yeah!!! They are!!!

[ask-tos2-roles]

Arsonist

Do you ever feel bad about the people dying from the flames?

(my arso OC created because my last arso game totally does and they won)

To the anon who asked a question months ago that ask got deleted by accident I’m so sorry :(

[salemoleander]

Happy birthday!!! 🎉🌟

😊✨️ Thank you!!!

[fadingdaggerr]

effuso sanguine

pairing: agatha harkness x gn!reader

summary: secret love hidden in forests is a reprieve that time and hate can steal, a love that defies order and law | 2.7k

includes: secret relationship, r is unaware that agatha is a witch, nb death because i said so

warnings: targeted homophobia, blood, description of injury, murder/death

note: i’ve never written for agatha/marvel in general so yippee! trying new things! this was originally the plot of an oc story, but i decided against it so i made this an x reader instead. i may carry on with the second part if you guys enjoy this <3

Salem, Massachusetts, 1693

Sweet and earthy, the autumn air was still chilled, ground wet with dew. The sun had yet to rise, but soon enough the sun would cut through thick pines and orange-leafed maples. Wading through tall grass, the path to the clearing is well known by now. Sprinkled patches of aster, white, pink, purple, and blue, all appear in the grass, becoming more common than grass as you duck under a fallen tree. As you straighten, you can almost sense her.

Thickets of the purple variety encircle the edge, a wall of safety to your hidden spot. Crossing the barrier on the other end of the clearing, a figure stands with a dark hood covering her features. Lowering your own, you step closer, the joy in your chest bubbling. Her hood falls and blue eyes crease around the corners as she smiles.

The moment your eyes connect, you both break into light jogs until you fall into one another. Your arms wind around her neck, burying your face into her hair. Her hands grip at your back, feeling her clutching through the layers of your clothing. Everything fades around you, just you, her, and the sound of her breathing, her heart beating.

“My love,” Agatha mumbles, almost to herself, “oh, my love.”

“My heart,” you sigh back as you relax into her.

Hands drift up your back to pull you in again, cupping your face with a barely-there touch. Wordlessly, her forehead drops to yours with a tiny smile gracing her lips. Your eyes shut at the proximity, stuck breath releasing from your lungs as you take her in. Tilting towards her, your lips brush over her own, pulling away as she tries to meet your touch. Huffing through her nose, she tugs you closer and plants her lips against yours.

Typically, her kiss is hurried, almost desperate to get as much of you as she can. Today, however, she’s slow and lingering and all-consuming. Nails dig into the nape of your neck, trying to pull you impossibly closer. Agatha’s tongue traces your own, feeling as if she’s trying to memorize every inch of you. Your hands go to hold her wrists, feeling her erratic heartbeat under your fingers.

Worry fills you, her heart, your heart, something feels wrong. Trying to pull away, she only follows, keeping you pressed into her. Every pass of her lips steals air from your lungs, each stroke of her tongue taking breath. Teeth sink into your lip as she pulls slightly, and you take the minute space to detach. Pushing back in, Agatha whines when your hand stops her from getting her way once more.

“Agatha…” you pant, air flooding back in. “Dearest, what is wrong?”

Her forehead drops to your shoulder, arms shifting to wrap around your waist, “I’ve missed you, my love. The days are so terribly long whilst we’re apart.”

“Perhaps if you slept instead of study, the days would feel regular once again,” you jest, your own arms going around her shoulders, “I find myself in bed earlier every night for the chance of waking up sooner to see you.”

She sighs into your neck, “to sleep without you is pain.”

“To never sleep is torturous on yourself. You cannot charm me into believing that is wise,” you answer in equal quiet, twirling her curls around your fingers.

The dark wood is cut by orange light, the sun beginning to rise over the hills. Every ray of light is a moment less you have with each other, a mutual enemy. Morning, the thief of these few peaceful moments you allow yourselves each day.

“Come to the cabin after nightfall,” you offer. Agatha’s head rises from its hiding spot, a quizzical expression crossing her face. “Father is leaving for a livestock auction after sunrise. I’ll be alone for three days,” the coyness of your features was unmistakable.

Her eyes widened, but she gave away little emotion. Your hand stills in her hair, moving to the back of her neck. The shaky beat of her pulse feels as if it reaches your ears, her nerves somehow crawling into your own chest. Agatha’s eyes try to stay on yours, but falter, “I don’t know how possible that is. These days, my mother demands me within sight after dark.”

“Just consider it. Come to the window facing the fields,” you press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “For now, I must be going if he is to leave at all.”

“Siren,” she mutters, leaning into your space to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. Chuckling against soft lips, you force yourself to part from her.

—⛤—

The heavy oak bar in front of the door took nearly all the strength in your body to put there, but as Father told you to do, you did. No one can get in. It is not the time to tempt fate, he’d said, I best not find you on a stake when I’ve returned. For a three day journey, he’d chopped enough wood to keep the fire going for a week. Nearly overflowing buckets of water cluttered the kitchen floor. No need to get out.

Peering to the east facing window, you focus on the latch. Once the sun sets, and only then. With little to do, and little sleep from sheer excitement, you force yourself to bed. The ax hidden in the space between the wall and bed makes you smile, but it falls quickly. It hadn’t been there last night. He’d placed it this morning before you’d slipped back in through the window. The bar was clearly just as much to keep you in as it was to keep the fanatics out.

The late afternoon sun stirs you from sleep, glaring through the window, practically begging you to get out of bed. Your wish to ignore it goes unanswered as your stomach clenches in hunger. Sighing, you peel yourself from the warmth of your bed.

Wildflower tea warms your stomach as you crush blackberries against a thick slice of bread. Sweet clover coats your tongue as you consider what you can do to fill these lingering hours. It would be simpler to flee, go back to the clearing and hope Agatha passes through on her way to the cabin. You could leave from there, without a trace, together. You could be free.

Pushing the thoughts from your mind, you busy yourself with gathering vegetables to chop for soup. Peel, chop, peel, chop. The repetition keeps you occupied, slowing your motions as you feel time dissipate. By the time you drop carrots into the pot, the sun’s light was falling behind the trees.

Giddiness grows in your chest, time closing in on when you’d finally see her. If you asked her to leave with you, you’re sure she’d say no. Always her mother, her responsibilities, your father, your life. She spoke of your life as separate from hers, as if a path with her couldn’t happen. But you would, you will, follow her anywhere.

Letting soup simmer, you lean against the counter. Staring out the window, darkness coats the sky in a blanket. The crescent moon in the sky feels like a mocking smile. Every star that appears before Agatha is another taunt.

Air in the room shifts suddenly. Once warm from the two fires going, now felt chilled and barren. Lifting your head, you feel a rot festering in your stomach, dark, hateful almost. Fear creeps up your spine, placing the ladle on the counter. Turning slowly, you prepare for what you may see.

White, hot pain rips through your side, all the warmth leaving your body. Dragging your eyes from the blankness they’d settled on in your shocked state, you face a woman in front of you. Grey hair and dark eyes, loathing and anger deeply set within. How she got in was lost on you, no thoughts forming as you feel pain replacing the life inside you. All you can do is stare, mouth gaping as the knife twists in between your ribs. There’s something deeply familiar in the way her eyes squint at you.

“Vile creature,” she hisses, “the spread of your disease, this corruption, ends by my hand.” The blade twists more, surely piercing entirely through. Leaning into your space, she makes sure you hear her final words, “your turned soul burns in wait for you.”

The knife rips from your side with a final turn, and with it, the woman disappears. Without the weight of her holding you up, you drop to floor. A shaky hands goes to your ribs, coming away soaked in warm, red blood. Seeping through your clothing, it slowly stains the floor. All energy in your body soaked into pine floors as black spots fill your vision. Trying to focus on the flowers on the counter, consciousness barely stays as you attempt to stay alert.

Someone else, gone because of you. A soul you somehow corrupted, now burning. Tears well in your eyes, falling heavy on your cheeks. Guilt and shame and terror all roll together, hitched breaths rattling with your sobs. The image of dark eyes cross your mind, made blue by your passing thoughts. Blue. Angelite blue. Familiar, lovely blue. Agatha.

You’d killed her. Loving her had killed her, and now, it was killing you. Following her is all that’s left. Praying she’ll have you, you let the cabin fade away.

—⛤—

Cold. Everything is cold. You’d been convinced there would be fire, fields of it even, burning every inch of the surface. But it’s cold. Looking around, the chairs, the counter, the windows, they’re all yours. You’re home. The light from the fire is replaced by a perpetual mist in the room, tones of green eminating around you.

An echoing voice behind you speaks, making you jump away, “are you ready?”

With clenched fists, you look towards the voice. Tall and regal, a being stands before you. Brown eyes bore into you, and a flicker changes the face from skeletal to flesh, beautiful and stern. You turn back to the kitchen, your body lying there in a pool of slowly drying blood.

“I don’t understand,” you mutter.

You feel the presence closer behind you, “you understand better than you allow.”

“I don’t,” you say shortly. A lie, to yourself, to the being behind you. The rumors, however exaggerated, were never false. Turning to face Death once again, “did you take her too?”

“Take whom?” An air of amusement swirls around them.

You take a deep breath, feeling free in their presence to speak your beloved’s name, “Agatha Harkness. Did you take her?”

Death’s lips turn up, “she was not taken, she gave.”

“She gave?” Your brows scrunch, eyes flittering around the room as you chase the thoughts in your mind, “Agatha is alive.” Staring back at your body, you curse yourself for letting go, letting your life be stolen. Believing murder over Death, you should have known.

A faint, almost numb thrum sits in your chest. Death’s head tilts, staring you down. Doors open behind them, motioning for you to follow. You can’t pry your attention away from your body, your mind away from the feeling that grows more persistent around your heart.

In this plane, you shouldn’t feel this. No pain, no push, no pull, no pulse. Yet, it wasn’t the door to eternity or the outstretched hand offered to you that are drawing you in. The limp hand reaching towards the window and the knowledge that Agatha was out there are far more convincing.

You face Death once more, “I cannot follow you.”

“You will,” the offered hand drops to the knife on their hip, “it is the only way.”

“I will, but not tonight. This was not my time, I cannot allow it to be,” you step back, closer to yourself, “please.”

The hand falls from the hilt, stepping closer to you, “you have this one life. No other will be tolerated. When this one ends, you will follow me.”

“I swear to you,” you rush with earnest, “I will give no fight, no contest. I will follow. May I go?”

Death smiles, alluring and menacing, “I’m not the one who chooses.”

—⛤—

Stale air burns your lungs as you crash back into your mind. Gasping for breath, you feel like you’re underwater, everything both dull and overwhleming. Piercing pain ricochets around your ribcage, radiating from your right side. Tugging up your top, you prepare yourself to see a gaping wound, clotted and swollen.

Instead, a jagged, raised scar sits between your fifth and sixth ribs. Running your fingers across it, you feel the smoothness of a fresh scar, healed but tender. Eyes flying down, you see that the blood that was painting the floor is gone. All remenants of events from the night, gone, just as quickly as the woman who stabbed you. Who killed you.

Agatha.

The morning sun filters into the room as you struggle to stand, bracing yourself against the cupboards, body stiff with lingering loss. Hobbling to your satchel, you throw it over your body, desperate to get out of the cabin. With your weak state, moving the oak bar will only take time and energy you cannot afford. Loosing the latch on the east window, you practically throw yourself over the ledge.

Your cloak does little to keep to cool air off your slowly warming skin. The longer you stay moving, the more you can feel soreness and fragility leaving your muscles. Your bare feet carry you through the fields, to the edge of the woods. Agatha’s small village was on the other end, a collection of eight cottages that your own neighbors warned against nearing. Dark-minded spinsters and their young, coniving daughters, they’d told the town. Their warning had always intrigued you, but now you can’t help but feel they had been right all along.

Thorns stratch your legs and feet as you run, but you find yourself caring less and less as the thick pines thin out. Faster and faster you go, tripping over roots, but not allowing them to slow your progress. No attention is spared to the fresh scrapes littering your body, red tears spilling. Your mind stays on one mission: Find Agatha.

Breaking the tree line, you find yourself behind a small cottage. Rounding it, you see the rest. Seven in a circle, the eighth, the largest, in the middle. The candles in every window are burned to the base, white wax pouring over metal plates and adhering to the windowsills. Empty, no one. Your heart clammers in your chest, desperate to find any answer.

Flowers. Blue devils. Little patches sprouting towards the beginning of a path behind the southern-most home. Familiarity rises, but panic grows more than comfort.

Following the path, you can feel dread closely behind you. This place, while beautiful, is empty. Devoid of life. No singing birds, no squirrels in the trees, it’s entirely unlike the fields at home. Barely two miles away and you’re in an entirely new world.

A clearing ahead makes its presence known. Most prominently, a post in the ground. Tilting your head up, you gape at the stake in front of you. Dark wood, rope on the flooring. Your blood runs cold, your turned soul burns in wait for you.

Eyes unmoving, you step closer. Before you can get much further, you crash to the ground with a groan. Lifting your face from the dirt, you look to the side to see what has caused your fall. A shriek passes your lips, head darting around to see more around you.

Shriveled and grey, eight bodies around you lay in equal states of deep decay. You can’t stop staring, tears blurring your vision. All of them wear dark cloaks, looking identical. Crawling away from the woman in front of you, you bring yourself to the body closest to the stake. Decrepit and lifeless.

You gently push the hair from her face, falling back instantly. Even sunken and gone, you recognized her face. You’d only seen it the once, but you would never forget her as long as you live. The woman who had killed you, who had told you she killed the one you loved. Once terrifying and full of vengence, now a corpse on her own land. The loop on her hip held a knife, still painted in traces of your blood.

Pushing yourself away, you bring yourself to your feet. Climbing to the stake’s platform to examine the wood. No scorch marks, no ashes, just unbinded rope. She didn’t burn. She didn’t hang. Death was right.

She was not taken, she gave. 

“Agatha!” Your voices fades into the trees. You can’t sense her here. Another scream rips through your throat, “Agatha!”

Silence is the only companion left.

flower language: aster flowers, in general, are known to represents love, dignity, and intuition. blue devils (also known as blue thistles) are known to represent protection and resilience, as well as having magical properties.

title translation: effuso sanguine, latin - the blood spilt

feedback appreciated as always. PLEASE let me know your thoughts and if you’re interested in furthering this series <3

[endofradio]

TRUE ECOLOGY — CHAPTER 1: HOLIDAY IN BAVARIA

PROLOGUE |

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: see what i did there with the chapter title? (teehee holiday in cambodia by dead kennedys reference) anyways the next chapters will be much more interesting i promise 💀

also as far as faceclaims go, stephen’s is hamish linklater, louise’s is elizabeth debicki, and sabina’s is talia ryder yippee! for visuals i might insert some gifs here and there since tumblr is Perfect for that.

SUMMARY: recent college graduate salem travels with her stepmother louise and father stephen from new hampshire to the bavarian alps in germany, their destination being a luxurious place by the name of resort alpschatten. upon entering the lobby, salem notices something strange — one of the guests starts vomiting. she also encounters the enigmatic owner of the resort, herr könig.

WORD COUNT: 2,187

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“How much longer is this car ride gonna be?”

Salem let out a sigh as she stared out the window of the car, watching as lines of trees passed by. That was all that she could see right now — trees. Trees, and mountains. At this point, it felt like they had been driving for days. They had taken a plane from New Hampshire to Germany, which had been 8 hours long. Then, there was the 4-hour car ride from Frankfurt to Bavaria. Those 4 hours were almost over, and it felt like it had taken six days just to get here.

Salem was exhausted.

Her stepmother, seated in the front passenger’s seat, turned around to reassure Salem with a smile. "We're almost there, I promise," she said, checking her watch. “Just… a half-hour more of driving, and then we should be there, alright?”

Even though Louise was like a "mother" to her, Salem was annoyed by something about her. Whenever she spoke, it seemed insincere, and her smile appeared overly polite. Salem longed for her real mother, but as far as she knew, she was deceased. Within a few weeks of her mother's disappearance, her father met a younger woman who was blonde, pretty, rich, and tall.

“Thanks, Mom.”

God, just calling her “mom” made Salem’s skin crawl. The word just didn’t feel right on her tongue.

The vacation destination was Resort Alpschatten, where Salem's father had been working for the past couple of years as an assistant to the owner, Herr König. He thought it would be nice for Louise to bring Salem along to visit for a while, considering she hadn't seen her father in so long.

In all honesty, Salem hadn't missed him. Their relationship had never been perfect, but since his marriage to Louise, things had become more strained between the two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Louise commented, turning around to look at Salem.

The car ride had certainly been awkward. Salem's father had picked up her and Louise from Frankfurt to drive them to Bavaria, and the whole time, Salem barely spoke a word to either of them. She had spent the majority of the car ride listening to music with her earbuds in and reading.

“I just… don’t have much to say. That’s all.” She quietly responded.

Louise slowly nodded. “That’s understandable, I mean… you’re probably tired.”

The Bavarian Alps were a stark contrast to Salem's hometown of Derry, New Hampshire. Derry was a fairly small and unremarkable town. Traveling all the way to Germany had been quite a shock but in a good way. The Alps were breathtaking, and Bavaria in general was stunning. It felt like a breath of fresh air, especially with it being spring.

The only problem was that Salem wasn't very fluent in German. In preparation for the trip, she had spent the past couple of months learning as much as she could. She understood some basic phrases, at least. Good enough, right?

Eventually, Salem noticed a large building up in the distance, assuming it to be Resort Alpschatten. If that was truly what it was, then Jesus Christ, it was beautiful. It was huge.

“Well, this is it!” Salem’s father confirmed with a smile. He turned around to look at Salem, his eager smile not fading. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s… big. Really nice place. Makes sense why you like it so much.”

I’d hate to get lost in there.

From how her father described it, Resort Alpschatten was an incredibly luxurious resort that provided all of the guests with five-star-worthy hospitality. The rooms and suites were impressive, the spa treatments were highly comfortable, and, surprisingly, the resort could even provide advanced medical treatments due to its previous history as a medical center. A resort with a hospital right on its grounds honestly seemed like a pretty smart idea. The whole place honestly sounded like heaven on earth.

A sudden German-accented voice then spoke up, unexpectedly startling everyone in the car.

“Ah, Stephen, my friend! I take it this is your family you’ve told me about, yes?”

Sure enough, a short-haired man was standing in front of the window, a polite smile on his face as he gently pushed down his round-framed sunglasses. Salem’s first impression of him was that he looked rather well-maintained, his outfit choice of a dark green jacket and a brown turtleneck proving a sense of fashionability. Honestly, the man looked like he could be a model.

“Herr König! Yes, you’d be correct. This is my wife, Louise, and my daughter, Salem.”

Louise, of course, gave König a polite wave and a smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Herr König. My husband has said plenty of great things about you.”

Stephen had said that König was a nice man, and so far, he seemed friendly enough. However, Salem still felt shy. Even at 24 years old, she still took the saying "Don't talk to strangers" to heart. She had always been the quiet one.

So, Salem just gave König a small and awkward wave. Something about his stare just made her feel more nervous. His eyes were quite a piercing shade of blue.

“Salem, aren’t you going to say hello?” Stephen asked with slight disapproval in his tone. “Come on, be polite. This is my boss.”

König didn’t seem to mind. “Ah, no worries.” He chuckled. “A person cannot be forced to talk. Perhaps she’ll feel much more comfortable when she’s… adjusted.”

Each word König spoke dripped with politeness; he sounded just as sophisticated as he appeared.

“You all must be very tired from such a long journey.” He then said, his smile never fading even slightly. “Come. I’ll lead you three inside. I’ll ensure your luggage is brought to your rooms.”

“So, you’re the quiet one, hm?”

Salem was unprepared to hear König speak to her, so when he did, she flinched just a little.

“Yeah, uh… I guess.” She answered, shrugging.

“Do you not like… talking to people?”

The way König spoke made it seem like he was interrogating Salem, which made her feel slightly nervous. It was as if he was trying to analyze her.

At his question, she simply just shrugged again. “I suppose it depends.”

“Depends?” König repeated, intrigued. “How so?”

“Well…” Salem turned to make sure Louise and Stephen weren’t paying attention before she spoke again. “I don’t like talking to certain people. Ask my parents. They’d know what I’m talking about.”

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Of course, she was indirectly talking about them. König didn’t exactly seem to pick up on that. Maybe it was a good thing.

“Ah, so you’re picky, huh?” He asked, letting out a small chuckle of amusement.

“I guess.”

König opened the front door of the resort, stepping to the side to allow everyone through. Salem’s eyes immediately widened when she looked around the lobby. It looked so comfortable. Cozy furniture, potted plants, artwork on the walls… there was a bit of a vintage design to it, she thought. It reminded her of a hotel lobby from perhaps the 70s.

“Sabina’s the receptionist,” König explained. “She’ll give you your rooms.”

Louise and Stephen approached the reception desk first, leaving Salem in König’s presence again.

“Well, what do you think?” König asked. There was a sense of pride that he reflected as he surveyed the area. “Beautiful, isn’t it? The Alps provide the perfect scenery for a place such as this.”

Salem slowly nodded in agreement as she gawked at her surroundings. “Yeah… you’re right. It’s very pretty.”

“Has your father told you this all used to be a medical center?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Hm. Well, it’s true.” König smiled. “I took over around… twelve years ago or so, and started rebuilding it into the extravagant resort you’re now standing in.”

Just as König finished speaking, Louise and Stephen had obtained their room key. He glanced at the pair for a moment before his gaze fell on Salem again, watching as she quietly approached Sabina.

Sabina appeared to be the only receptionist working there and looked quite young, too. Younger than Salem, even. She felt some sense of almost pity for her.

Before she could even pause to think over her words, the first thing that came out of Salem’s mouth was, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Sabina answered. Her voice was nonchalant and monotone, her German accent subtle. “Why do you ask?”

Salem immediately felt embarrassed. “Isn’t that overwhelming, working in a place like this by yourself at your age?”

Sabina shrugged. “You get used to it.”

She brushed a lock of her long brown hair out of her face, blowing a bubble of pink bubblegum before it popped. “Well?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you here for a room?”

Before Salem could speak, there was suddenly the sound of retching. She quickly turned around, noticing a woman hunched over and vomiting while her very much concerned husband attempted to comfort her.

Sabina looked uncomfortable, slight concern flashing across her expression for a moment before it quickly faded. “Don’t… worry about that. It happens here sometimes. Think there’s been some kind of… sickness going around.”

Salem slowly nodded, awkwardly clearing her throat before she looked back at Sabina. She noticed that concerned look appear again, now with a hint of nervousness. She was staring in König’s direction as if she was wanting reassurance from him. He stepped closer to the reception desk, the polite smile that had previously been on his face returning rather quickly.

“Ah, yes. Not to worry. Illnesses come and go. Nothing out of the ordinary, I promise.”

Sabina appeared relieved at König’s response, looking back at Salem with a nonchalant expression once again. “So, what’s your name?”

“Salem Moriarty.”

Sabina took out a pen. “Well, we’ve got some, uh… private bungalows, rooms, suites… interested in any of those?”

“I’ll go with a suite.”

While Sabina was busy helping Salem, the same woman who had been vomiting earlier started retching again.

“Hey, hey… let’s get you out of here. You’re going to be okay.”

Salem noticed that Sabina was beginning to look nervous again, but she attempted to push it down.

“Ich werde nie Kinder bekommen. (I’m never having any children.)” Sabina muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Salem quietly asked.

Sabina quickly snapped her head back up. “Oh, nothing. You don’t speak German, do you?”

“Just enough to get me by, I guess.”

“Ah.”

Eventually, after a few more minutes, Sabina gave Salem the key to her suite.

“Suite 144. Enjoy your stay here.” She spoke, now smiling kindly. “If you like going outside, Herr König takes the guests out on a nature walk every Wednesday. If you need some time to decompress, we also offer high-quality spa treatments. I really recommend them.”

Salem took her room key and offered Sabina an awkward smile. Her sudden switch-up in demeanor was honestly somewhat strange. Every so often, she’d glance back up at König, who was still standing in the lobby.

“Stimmt etwas nicht, Sabina? (Is something the matter, Sabina?)” König quietly asked, stepping closer to the reception desk. The smile he had worn had faded, replaced by a significantly more serious expression.

Sabina watched as Salem turned around to leave, clearly wanting to let them talk in peace. She looked back up at König, sighing.

“Ich möchte nicht mehr nachts arbeiten. (I don’t want to work at night anymore.)”

König raised an eyebrow at Sabina’s words, not speaking.

“Es gefällt mir nicht. (I don’t like it.)” Sabina continued.

Sabina could tell by the look in König’s eyes that he wasn’t pleased with her words in the slightest. It took him a while until he would finally speak, and that was something about him that scared Sabina — when he wouldn’t instantly respond. He was an intimidating figure.

“Das kann ich nicht zulassen. (I can’t let you.)” König eventually answered, his tone cold. “Sie sind der Einzige, der hier arbeitet. (You’re the only one who works here.)”

“Warum ist das wichtig? (Why does that matter?)” Sabina asked, narrowing her eyes. “Nach zehn Uhr ist es leer. Niemand Neues kommt herein. (It’s empty after ten o’clock. Nobody new comes in.)”

König didn’t bother listening to Sabina’s complaints. “Müssen Sie immer mit mir streiten? (Do you always have to argue with me?)” He asked. “Tu einfach was ich sage. (Just do what I say.)”

Sabina gave the older man a reluctant look at first before sighing.

“Sie haben Glück, dass Sie überhaupt hier arbeiten. (You’re lucky to be working here at all.)” König continued. “Deine Eltern haben dir nie eine Chance gegeben, aber ich schon. (Your parents never gave you a chance, but I did.)”

“Fine.” Sabina finally muttered.

When she saw König turn to leave, she felt a sense of relief. In all honesty, she couldn’t help but worry for each new guest who chose to come here. There was something awfully sketchy about it, and she knew it. What exactly it was, Sabina was unsure, but she just couldn’t trust this place. She was especially worried about Salem.

She didn’t belong here.

[woof-squiggles]

fun fact: sunflowers are incredibly resilient to radiation, and can actually absorb radioactive elements

no flowers under cut:

[iridescentis]

AGATHA FINALE I HAVE THOUGHTS!!

BILLY MY BOY!!!! OUGH I LOVE HIM IF HE HAS NO FANS I AM DEAD AND BURIED

AGATHARIO KISS BUT AT WHAT COST AAAAAA MY HEART 😭 that was such a heartbreaking and beautiful way for her to go but damnnn I wanted to see more of them!!! I swear the only context for their relationship we got was Agatha calling her 'my love' or something LIKE THAT IS NOT ENOUGH COME BACK AND TELL US THE STORY

I am SO MAD that Jen got her powers back then disappeared I WANT TO HEAR HER STORY!! it pisses me off so much that they just randomly say oh it was agatha who bound her whoops lets undo that okay bye bye Jen!!! little happy flying away moment yippee!! like NO she deserves WAY MORE TIME for her character

as much as it pains me that Alice had to die it does make sense why like someone has to show how Death works but its still so sad :( honestly her death is so impactful because it feels undeserved, it feels too early and that's the whole point. We're supposed to feel like her death was unnecessary because that's exactly how she felt about it, she wasn't ready and neither were we!!!

I MISS LILIA 😭 I also understand Lilia's death like even though the road wasn't "real" she still saved everyone from the salem seven

on that note WAS THAT REALLY IT FROM THEM??? LIKE WHAT. the salem seven show up all weird a few times get skewered and THAT'S IT? THAT'S ALL IT TOOK?? baffling honestly

I love that Billy made the door into a gravestone for Lilia Sharon and Alice that was so sweet :') I think it's such a good way for his character to go, beginning to accept what he has done wrong and moving forward rather than embracing evil entirely or drowning in guilt I love that for him

Agatha and Nicky :((( oh my loves, my heart is broken, they really did ramp up the sweetness of their bond just to make it hurt more when he died and it completely worked I am crushed

AND AGATHA COMPARING BILLY TO NICKY OUGH MY HEART I AM SOBBING oh I really do love them so so much :(<3

I am SO excited for whatever comes next with Billy and I love how they ended it in such marvel fashion it's so silly them walking off to find Tommy y'all can do it I believe!!! It's gonna be fucking forever until we get anything new with them but I hope they get their own TV show or something (it will deeply piss me off if they skip all of Billy and ghost Agatha's journey to find Billy and move straight onto a group movie with Billy in it like NO I want to see more of these two!!!)

Jen better make a reappearance at some point istg she better be back!! Rio also better return there is always death in the MCU she has to have something

I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING! There definitely are issues and things that could've been done better but I'm pretty happy with the ending we got! :D Even though I'll miss this show so much 😭

[thebusytypewriter]

I HAVE COMBINED THEM! beloveds beloveds all are beloveds

I'm also very normal about Narikalilamb I forgot to mark it oopsie

[nappingmoon]

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL +1 (super mario coin sound)

I'LL TAG YOU IN MORE GAMES FROM NOW ON HEHE <3 i hope your day/night is going well bb!!!!!!

SALEM AAAA HI WE JUST GAINED ANOTHER ONE TOO HIIIIIIIII WELCOME 🫶

yippee I love tag games I look forward to it! my night is going splendidly I am finishing up the rest of my laundry and my room is clean again but I have to be up at seven so I can go to my internship and it’s nearly one 😔

how is your day/night!

[kittyknight]

OH I FORGOT TO SHARE THIS BUT. COLOUR WHEEL BUT TOWN OF SALEM YIPPEE!

[howlingday]

Salem: ...

Salem: RUBY!

Ruby: Yes, ma'am?

Salem: I require something for my throat. Something soothing after my morning of yelling at you.

Ruby: No, but your yelling is as lovely as ever!

Salem: Hm... That is soothing enough~. Now, I've been thinking-

Ruby: Unlike me~!

Salem: QUIET! And yes, (Ahem!) I have come to the conclusion that in this relationship, I am much like your mother.

Ruby: Mommy~!

Salem: ...And in this instance, I cannot bear to let you out into the world without making you a proper villain.

Ruby: That makes sense.

Ruby: ...

Ruby: What's a villain?

Salem: ...Let's begin before I start regretting this.

Ruby: Oh, you will~!

Salem: (Deep breath) Ruby, I will make you an evil, soulless, friendship-hating little devil of an abomination, no matter how hard it is, or how long it will take!

Ruby: YAY~! YIPPEE~! YAHOO~! HOORAY~! WOOHOOHOOHOO~! HAHA~!

Salem: And I give up.

[hazbinshusk]

decided to liveblog my reaction to the new blitz fic/ramble/piece/heaven/whatever because hffhffjhfjdkhdfljkfhfj;hlf;j it is RIGHT up my alley,,, hgg,,, blushing and shivering already what the fuck the way i can hear him saying this shit is so unreal,,, guh,,, i can't shy away i have to keep reading i can't shy away i have to keep reading i ca oh mygod,,, "Did I say you could walk?" ON MY GODDAMN KNEES SALEM ON MY KNEES BLESSING YOU WITH ALL THE LUCK AND FORTUNE AND PLEASURE EVER HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD?????

god this is such a reread. immediately.

just had to wipe some drool from my face my bad ...is this kind of thing impolite to send to one's inbox? ^^; 0 clue,,, the way your writing is so detailed to the point i can imagine almost every little feeling but not overly wordy is like like a perfected craft, i don't even know, dude... "...an edge of desperation colouring your broken voice." coming back to this because it came to mind but i forgot to add it, REALLY love this line,,, scratches an itch,,, ANYWAY 1 TRILLION OUT OF 10 READ, THANK YOU SALEM!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 all the blessings and good luck and fortune and all the things yippee!! :3 have a lovely day!!! <3

omgggggg liveblog reactions to my fic? I may be in heaven <3

I'ven read this like twelve times since you sent it and oh my LORD it makes me so happy!