#time to go down down down by that river again

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Ending Four: Little Omega

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

I am no longer doing tags. Tumblr hates me and I’d rather not waste my time when there are so many! You can keep up to date on Twisted Zoo on Tumblr, Quotev, Wattpad, or AO3.

WARNINGS: yandere themes, blood

Note: This is very late and not very good, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

The zoo was bathed in a pale white under the glow of the full moon. You had never been here this late and you were beginning to believe it was a bad idea. The lions and hyenas had kept you, and you had to feed the wolves still.

The door to the exhibit creaked noisily as you opened it, carrying a bucket of steaks. You had to hurry, the zoo had already closed an hour ago. 

Unsurprisingly, Jack was waiting for you. He paced in front of the door and, when it opened, he turned to face you with childlike excitement.

You laughed at his expression and pulled a steak out of the bucket, handing it over to him. “Look, Jack, I have to be fast tonight…”

Jack looked offended.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with you guys,” you reassured him, “I’m just running late.”

You peered around the clearing, not surprised to see it deserted, “Where are the other wolves then? Are they in the woods or down by the river?”

Jack looked startled, “He didn’t tell you?”

“Who didn’t tell me what?” you blinked, confused.

Staring at the ground as though thinking something over, Jack finally said, “I take you to them. Follow me.”

“Okay!” you said cheerfully. You held the bucket in both hands as you followed Jack into the woods.

You were a little nervous to face the other wolves again. They didn’t seem to like you much, but you secretly trusted Jack to defend you if necessary.

The trek through the woods was a long one, since you kept tripping over exposed tree roots the deeper in you got. Finally, it opened up into a clearing overlooking the river.

“What the hell happened here?”

Copious amounts of blood coated the tree trunks, the large rock, and the grass of the clearing. The grass itself was soaked in it, turned entirely red in patches. There were streaks of blood as if something was dragged and the rock had an ominous dark patch as though someone’s head had been bashed against it.

You stared at the horrifying display, unable to scream like you so desperately wanted to due to the lack of air in your lungs. Seeing all the red made you feel as though the air had been punched out of you.

“Jack, what happened?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack stared blankly at you, “They hurt you.”

“SO YOU KILLED THEM?” you screamed.

Jack looked like a kicked puppy, his ears flat against his head as he ducked, as though afraid you might hit him. A surge of guilt ran through you before you remembered what he did.

“This is insane,” you murmured, “Are all of them dead?”

“Yes,” Jack replied.

It was all so brutal… you felt yourself shutting down, gasping for breath as though there was little oxygen left in the air. Jack did this? Sweet Jack who followed you around like a lost puppy?

“Are you going to kill me?” you whimpered.

His eyes went wide, “No!”

Tears began to flow freely from your eyes and you let out a small sob. Sure, you hadn’t liked the other wolves much, but to think they were all dead…

“I need to go,” you whispered, dropping the bucket of steaks and running blindly back through the woods. You tripped over a tree root and went sprawling across the grass. To your horror, even here there were streaks of blood inches from your face, as though someone had been injured but tried to escape.

You picked yourself back up, feeling sick, and ran across the clearing to the exhibit door. You pulled hard on the handle but it refused to move. Suddenly, the floodlights to the zoo turned off, bathing you in moonlight alone.

Someone’s doing this. You realized quickly. It’s an electric lock, so someone manually locked the door from the control center.

Tearfully, you turned around and found yourself face to face with Jack. He looked like Christmas had come early.

His large hand took your smaller one into his own, his claws carefully moved out of the way so they did not scrape your skin. He examined your hand closely, intrigued by what he saw.

“Omega,” he supplied eagerly.

“Huh?”

“My little omega,” he crooned, a look on his face you’d never seen before. His pupils were dilated, eyes wide open, and a little drool ran down his chin. He leaned in close, trapping you against the door, and took a deep sniff of your scent.

“Mate,” he said, “My mate.”

“Jack, let me go,” you demanded as you tried to extract your hand from his tightening grip. But it was far too late, he had gone positively feral. His tail wagged and his ears were pricked, his dilated pupils trained on your face.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, sinking his fangs into your neck. You screamed like a banshee in both pain and surprise. You tried to push him away, but his fangs only sunk deeper. You wept bitterly, unable to push him off of you.

“My mate,” Jack pulled free of your neck and grinned down at you with bloody teeth, “Your turn.” He tilted his head to give you free access to his own neck.

Some sort of weird mating ritual… you realized quickly. You opened your mouth and pointed at your teeth, “I don’t have fangs, Jack.”

Jack didn’t look particularly bothered by this fact and merely reached down and picked you up, ignoring your squeak of fear. He held you like a baby, curling his claws into your skin, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to give a warning.

He headed back through the forest and entered a cave near the civilians’ path. It had one glass wall, so guests could see into the massive cave.

Come morning, they’d see one wolf and one broken human resting inside.

[aishangotome]

[Nica Schwartz] I Can't Return to a Time Before You Part Premium Ending

Startled by the scream, I turned around to see the woman from earlier stabbing the man.

Kate: Eh...?

Emaciated Noblewoman: It's your fault, it's all your fault!

Presumed Husband: Gyaaaaaah, Hyyyaaaah!!

She stabbed him repeatedly, and the man's hand, which had been resisting, slipped to the ground.

Kate: !!

Passerby Man: Someone get a doctor!!

The woman, straddling the man, started laughing as a pool of blood spread across the ground.

Emaciated Noblewoman: I did it, I did it!

Emaciated Noblewoman: Now I'm free!

(Free...?)

The familiar word was what Nica had just told the woman, and--

I gasped and looked up to see him wearing a faint smile.

Kate: Nica...?

Emaciated Noblewoman: To think I no longer have to see him buy women and keep them in the mansion, their numbers ever increasing! It's heaven!

Emaciated Noblewoman: Yes, where is he!?

The screaming woman's gaze turned towards us.

Frightened by her wide eyes, I instinctively stepped back, but--.

Nica: ...Humans really are stupid, aren't they?

His muttered words reached only my ears.

The woman, having thrown away the knife, approached us and was stopped by the city police who had rushed to the scene, but she shouted to Nica,

Emaciated Noblewoman: See, now I'm free!

Emaciated Noblewoman: So choose me over her!

At her clearly deranged behavior, he stepped in front of me protectively.

Kate: Nica!

Then, he approached the woman and tightly grasped her hand.

Nica: Whether you're free or not, my lover is this girl.

Nica: I have no intention of going out with any other woman, and besides, we only talked once, right?

The moment he let go of her hand, the stunned woman began to tremble.

Nica: Auf Wiedersehen. We'll probably never meet again.

*Auf Wiedersehen is "goodbye," but literally translates to "until we see each other again." In this context, Nica may have said it with a sarcastic underdone, saying goodbye while implying that he hopes he never sees her again.

He gave her a cold look, put his arm around my waist, and started walking.

Emaciated Noblewoman: W-what? Why did I do this?

Emaciated Noblewoman: Noooooooooo!!

Nica: Don't look.

He pulled me closer, and as we walked away, the woman's cries echoed behind us, a stark contrast to her earlier triumphant shouts.

-

In the quiet city night, away from the commotion,

Nica: Oh dear, we wasted time on something unnecessary despite being on a date.

My heart was still pounding loudly.

Nica: You must have been scared. I was surprised too; I never thought she would kill someone.

Kate: ...Didn't you use your ability?

Nica: Eh?

He stopped walking and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

Kate: Didn't you use your ability to charm her and make her kill him?

My voice trembled, but I couldn't help but ask.

(Nica's ability is to charm people, and the condition for activation is to hold their hand.)

(At that time, Nica held the woman's hand and told her to be brave.)

After that, she seemed to become like a different person and killed someone. Then, when he held her hand again, she seemed to return to her senses. Seeing this,

Kate: I can't imagine her changing like that unless you used your ability.

That was more than enough reason to believe he had used his ability.

Silence fell, and only the sound of the river flowing reached my ears.

How much time had passed? A heavy atmosphere lingered until he finally sighed.

Nica: ...What if I said I did use it?

Kate: Huh...?

Nica: But there's no proof that I used it, and it was her own will that killed her husband, right?

Nica: I didn't tell her to kill him.

Nica: Well, it's true that there were dark rumors about him.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, I was at a loss for words.

Nica: He was killed because of a grudge.

Nica: I have nothing to do with it.

(This person...)

His demeanor, as if the man deserved to be killed, made me feel a chill down my spine.

(Why...?)

Today was fun, he was a wonderful person, and I felt happy spending time with him.

I didn't realize.

(I didn't know anything about the true nature of Vogel.)

Just like Crown, who punishes evil with evil, Nica, who belongs to Vogel, might also be on the side of evil.

Nica: Hey, little Robin. Am I the bad guy?

Kate: I don't know if you're a bad guy or not.

Kate: But if you really did use your ability...

Kate: I despise you for turning a woman who wasn't supposed to be a murderer into one.

Nica: ...Hah.

His scornful laughter made me flinch, but I continued to stare at him without fear.

Nica: You really are an interesting girl.

He took a step closer, then another, and before I knew it, I was cornered against the railing.

Nica: But this is troubling. I don't want you to hate me.

Nica: Because right now, I seriously want to make you fall for me.

Kate: !

Suddenly, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up.

His face was so close that our lips almost touched, and his sensual scent tickled my nose as I held my breath.

His deep blue eyes narrowed seductively, capturing my gaze, and he whispered,

Nica: Hey, why don't we...

His sweet and charming voice, like a whisper, temptingly swayed my heart.

Nica: ...really start dating?

(Oh, maybe I can't go back anymore.)

--What bloomed in the dark night was a white, evil flower.

FIN

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Part 2 | Bitter Ending

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[towriteloveontheirarms]

Cigarettes after sex (modern!Criston Cole x Reader)

synopsis: Christmas is the season of giving and even though neither Criston nor you really celebrates the holiday, who are you not to give each other something.

warnings: drug use (smoking weed), making out, smut, pwp, fingering, 69, oral sex (m and f receiving), afab reader

word count: 2.3k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @bucknastysbabe

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Dividers by @strangergraphics

The holidays had been a rather lonely time until a couple of years ago. When you had met Criston, you soon developed the tradition that for any holiday you would spend the time together, getting high off your minds and forgetting the rest of the world. Which led you to this day. While everyone is busy spending time with their families, the two of you had just put on a random Christmas movie that's cringe enough to make fun of and lit up the second round of joints since dinner. Leading to this moment.

This moment is what heaven must feel like. At least you are pretty sure of it as the smell of weed fills the air, shrouding the room in thick clouds. Its source rests between Criston's fingers. He has his eyes closed comfortably, breathing calm and deep, situated half lying between your spread legs resting his back against your front. Both of your eyes are trained on the TV, yet the movie doesn't register in either of your brains. Neither of you had the energy to make any comments about the main characters on screen. The fairy lights in the corner of your eyes have stopped distracting you long ago as well. The only thing that doesn't go past you in fact, is the feel of his raven hair between your fingers. Smooth like the finest silk, the dishevelled locks glide through the digits like a dark river. Curling it around your fingers before letting it go again only to repeat it in a different strand until his hair was just a bit curlier than before.

Your eyes, already half close as well, shut even further until it is barely distinguishable if they are open at all or not. In your lap Criston has begun to make a sound as humanly close as possible to a purr. A low rumbling breathing from his steadily rising chest as your nails run over his scalp. A sigh escapes your parted lips and is immediately met by one from his. Followed by the sofa and the two of you being shaken by a coughing fit wracking his body.

Once Criston settles back down, your hands immediately go back to his head. Nestled comfortably between your legs, so the two of you can go back to watching the tv. Distracted ever so often by the sight of the shorter, dark hair that covered his chest down to the waistband of the grey sweatpants that covered what lay below.

The strength to keep your eyes open much longer wanes with the calm moment and they fall close on their own. Just as they do, you feel the man on top of you shift again. This time to turn, laying on his stomach, hands holding your hips and chin resting just above the apex between your legs. Looking down to meet his gaze, you can see in the sparkle of his eyes that he wants to say something. However, it quickly gets pushed to the back of both your heads as you notice just where the warmth on your stomach comes from. Fanning right from his nose is his breath, warming the space where your shirt had ridden up to expose just a bit of midriff. Goosebumps spread over the skin there immediately and your stomach stutters under the motion of exhaling a shuddering breath. One of his large hands runs up and down on your thigh. Inching closer to its apex with every stroke. There are no words spoken between the two of you. In fact, you are sure that if you tried to speak the words would get devoured by the thick tension before they could reach the others ears.

“You look so hot right now.” Criston whispers huskily.

“I want you so much.” You reply in the same tone, slightly tugging at his hair again.

The action makes his eyes flutter shut and elicits a low groan from him.

In the blink of an eye Criston all but pounces on you. Crashing your lips together in a borderline aggressive with need kiss. It is all teeth and tongue, hands desperately wandering over the other's body. Grabbing at every bit they can. Matched perfectly until the two of you calm down and your hands find their place. One on his neck and one back in his hair, while his wander under your shirt to rest just underneath the hem of your sports bra at your sides. Even then the feeling of warm skin against warm skin and tongues lapping against each other have him whimpering.

However, the full extent of it only reveals itself to you when you part from him. Your eyes flutter open after a few moments, to see him looking at you with pulled together eyebrows already. His surprisingly soft lips parted ever so slightly, silently asking for more. Waiting for when you are ready to continue. The hand you had previously buried in his hair, lets loose of the strands to caress over his cheek bones and beard to lastly swipe over his lower lip.

At the same time, deft fingers push up your shirt, then hook into the waistband of your pants and pull them down along with the panties underneath. As soon as the clothes are discarded and you are spread out before him, to gaze at without being hindered by any fabric, his hands start to ghost over your entire body. Running over your breasts and teasing your nipples, down your sides over your soft skin and diving back between your legs. Pushing them apart a little more, he rubs circles into your thighs, only ever teasing your already wet centre with his fingertips.

“Criston, please stop teasing already.” You whine after a while and chase his fingers with your hips.

“I want to enjoy you thoroughly.” He whispers against the skin of your collar bones.

His hands continue their explanation further upwards, circling just around your slit. His other hand holds you down by the hips, to keep you from shifting too much. Making your back arch off the bed ever so slightly as two of his thick fingers finally enter your cunt with a twist of his wrist. Curling inside to brush against the spongy spot inside you and pumping in and out at a torturously slow pace. The sensation gets accompanied by the tingling his lips leave behind wherever they touch your skin to leave behind the marks of wet open-mouthed kisses. Wandering all over your collar bones and up your neck to the sensitive spots behind your ears. The stubble on his chin only adds to the exhilarating sensation.

“Fuck, Criston… Feels so good…” you mewl, running your fingernails up and down his back.

“You're doing so good for me.” He praises you breathily.

With a flick of his wrist, Criston changes the angle and pace his fingers thrust into you for his thumb to circle tight circles over your clit. He revels in your enthusiastic response of louder moans and more writhing, letting the warmth of the validation for his actions fill his chest. Just then you begin to clench around his fingers harder. Approaching the edge to your climax rapidly.

“I'm so close.” You whine, moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers to get that last bit of stimulation that tips you over the edge that Criston had kept you on.

“Just a bit longer. You look so breathtaking fucking yourself on my fingers.” He almost pleads in a husky voice.

Your legs come together to keep his hand right where it is. Moaning and crying out as ripples of pleasure run through your trembling body. Crying out at the empty feeling as the nimble digits pull out of your quivering core.

Your eyes meet and you can't hold back a huff of a satisfied chuckle. Watching closely as he sucks his fingers clean, moaning as the taste hits his tongue.

Once he deems his fingers clean, you get pinned under his weight.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom. Now.” You suggest in a breathy whisper.

“I think your right.” Criston agrees in the same tone.

Taking off the rest of your clothes and throwing them somewhere before he stands up. Pulling you along with him by the hands. In the same breath he pulls you into another kiss. Blindly the two of you stumble from the living room area to your bedroom. One hand outstretched as to keep you from running into every single piece of furniture you possess. Meanwhile, your other hand, with the help of one of his, leaves a trail of his Criston´s pants and boxershorts on the floor.

He lets himself fall onto the mattress once you reach your destination. Sliding upwards until he is situated comfortably. Then, with one hand at the back of your upper thigh he urges you to climb over him until your core is aligned with Criston´s face. There is not a single moment wasted until you feel his fingers part your folds and his tongue laps at your wet cunt. A shock is sent straight through your body from your clit when the tip of his tongue grazes the sensitive bud. The force of it sends you to prop yourself up on his thighs, not holding back any of the moans and whimpers that get pulled from your lungs as your head falls back loosely even further. Instinctively your nails dig into the muscular legs. The resulting groan sends more ripples of heat through you as the vibrations of the sound hit your body. The way Criston eats you like your cunt is his last meal on death row makes your brain go hazy with lust. Reeling even further at the way the wet muscle fucks into you. Still affected by the last orgasms you are on the edge again before you know it. Wetting Criston´s chin with your release soon after.

Your whole body heaves as you try to catch your breath. You tremble and your arms buckle underneath you, yet you are not given the chance to calm down as the dark-haired man underneath you continues to eat you as if he is starved. His glazed over eyes never leaving your own.

“Please. Criston, please.” You beg repeatedly, even though you aren´t sure what you are begging for.

“Use your words. I know you can do it.” He encourages you, though it is hard for him to keep his mind together in the face of the pleasure he is both giving and getting from seeing your reaction to his actions.

“I want to suck your cock so bad. Please.” It takes all but too much concentration to get out your wish.

Still your need is met instantaneously, by Criston guiding you to turn around and still hover over his face. With his hard length now accessible, you don´t waste any time either. Wrapping one hand around it to tug at it in the same rhythm he had reverted to eating you out to. Revelling in the whines and whimpers as your tongue darts out to tease the tip with kitten licks and tiny kisses.

“Who is teasing now, huh?” He stammers against your folds, licking a broad stripe through them.

So, you wrap your lips around the thick arousal, lightly sucking on it. A little more with every time you bob your head up and down until it is fully nestled inside of your warm mouth.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.” He groans.

As your hand begins to play with his balls, one finger not so accidentally ends up running between his cheeks and teasing the puckered ring of muscles, he begins to suck at your clit with renewed vigour. His tongue diving deeper into your clenching hole and his whines become more desperate.

You can feel the erection twitch. Encouraging you to go just a bit faster, as you roll his balls in your hand, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and more mewling moans escaping around the thick cock as the twitching grows more frequent. You can feel that you are close again by the tight coil in your lower stomach and you know you can´t hold back until he spills himself into you. The previous two peaks have made you too sensitive, too overstimulated. Yet you still try to hold back just a little longer, which only makes the pleasure more intense.

The waves of your peak pull you under with a force you haven´t experienced before. Ripping almost indistinguishable cries from your chest, your legs struggling to keep you up so you don´t suffocate the man below you with your thighs. It rips through you so hard that you only realise that Criston had also reached his peak when he had already spilled himself down your throat. Stuttering breathing and sensitive whines coming from behind you as he tries to pull away from your mouth, but the mattress won´t let him pull back far enough. For a split second you have half a mind to overstimulate him but quickly decide against it as you feel tiredness sink into your own body.

Rolling off his equally trembling form, you lay down beside Criston. Giving the two of you a second to catch your breath and collect your thoughts.

Once the two of have calmed down enough to expel the fog of lust lingering in your brain, you cuddle up next to each other. You look over to see a sheen of sweat cover Criston´s tan skin and giving him a glow that only makes him more beautiful in your eyes.

In the other room, the credits of the movie begin rolling. Looking at each other you bite back a laugh and dressed in nothing, on still wobbly legs, go back to the sofa. Turning off the tv and lighting a cigarette.

[geek-tabulous]

Silco was seeing Vander become his Hound of the underground once more to Fight for a cause again. but it wasn't for their cause of the nation of Zaun anymore.

He is watching once again Vander be ready to die for a cause, like he said earlier that Vander would die for a cause but not fight for one. that he would make him the Hound again after Vander didn't think he'd have it in himself to fight anymore.

Silco is now watching the hound he knew, the man he once respected and loved pick up his gloves to fight once more.

Vander was holding Silco in a tight but not a suffocating hold around like his neck with ONE HAND, using the last of his strength to touch their foreheads together one last time. Letting Silco know he still loved him one last time.

-Silco wasn't choking for air, he wasn't gasping for air, he could still breathe but it was difficult for him, Vander didn't want him to suffocate again especially after he had already done that in the river.

he had to suck air in and take two other deep breathes after Vander let go but he wasn't choking.

Silco may have hated Vander for the betrayal, but he had respected him until he worked with the enforcers.

Silco was holding Vander up on the overhead bridge. he lowered his voice to something that only they would've heard. that is an INTAMTE GESTURE. AND IT WAS DONE INTO VANDERS NECK

-don't think about how many times Silco and Vander would've hugged and Silco would stick his face in Vanders neck and talked into his shoulder

-don't think about Silco hugging Vander and sticking his cold nose into the warmth of Vander's shoulder

-don't think about Silco being on the slighter side than Vander and being wrapped around Vander's front with Vander holding him close under his miner's jacket.

-don't think about all the ways that Silco probably stole some of Vander's clothes to wear and they would slip off his shoulders.

-don't think about how Silco could keep Vander upright and could clearly how the other mans weight without having to shift to accommodate

-don't think about how Silco would've known Vander was still alive when he was leaning his weight on him and was feeling the warmth leave his body.

Silco's last action with Vander was to tilt his head in a parody of the other intimate moments they probably shared in the past and to talk to him in a lower tone of voice, His last words being "I know you still had it in you." referring back to earlier when he told Vander he would show him what he is. The Hound of the Underground.

Silco pushes Vander to off the bridge and into the flames below, unknowingly baptizing Vander into being reborn as a new man, like he had been in the water of the river, about how they were both wanting the same thing. The nation of Zaun. but both going about it in OPPOSING ways and being reborn in opposing elements.

Silvo being the one to start Vander into becoming the beast that would later become Warwick.

and on a unrelated note, i had to rewatch this scene so many times and slow it down to see this detail but Silco's pupil expands seeing Vander come out to fight

@dancing-lex

I'm on my third rewatch and I don't know how the fuck I did not put it together before, but know the zaun forehead touch thing right?? Well, I'm rewatching s1e31 and VANDEr touched his forehead to AS ONE HIS LAST ACTS BEFORE COLLAPSING ON HIS SHOULDER and I'm losing my mind over here Thinking of it like WHERE ARE THE FICS?? WHY DOES ZAUN DADS NOT HAVE THAT MANY????

[sighonaraa]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

we are gonna ignore that i've been hoarding roses for literal MONTHS because. well. i don't have an excuse but! here we go!

a bit from the suddenly-de-aged-river slow horses fic:

Still, he did a quick sweep of the space. Checked the corners and the cupboards and the cutlery drawer. There weren’t any weapons, any blood, any… anything to suggest this was more than a regular-person flat. And, so far as he could tell, it wasn’t even bugged. ’Course, it was possible he’d missed a clue. Because the thing was, if this was just a regular-person flat, and River had woken up in the normal-person flat, then that would mean, by logic, that he was the normal-person to whom it belonged. Which. Wasn’t by logic, not at all. He belonged at Granddad’s. He belonged with Granddad. Not—not wherever this was, alone, in this strange empty home with dying plants on the windowsills. No, no. Here came the panic again, rising high in his stomach like a tidal wave. The numbness in his fingers, tingling, shaking. A wobbly breath seized in his chest and he blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay, and when that didn’t work he cut his nails into the soft of his palms in the hope that the dull, aching pain would sweep the rest of it away. That didn’t work so good, either, but at least the first sob that broke through his trembling lips was also the last. It wouldn’t do to break down, not now. He could imagine Granddad in his mind’s eye, stern and scolding, reminding him to think, River, think. Okay. Think, River. Think. And he made an attempt, he did, only before he could get very far there was Mum in his mind’s eye, too, and a spike of terror bruised his ribs. Stern, scolding. But without any of Granddad’s calloused kindness. She was there. She was— Had she been there? Was that—was that why his head hurt? Maybe he’d… maybe he’d hit the wall, or the corner of a table. He squeezed his eyes shut, straining his memory back. Were those ghost hands, spectral bruising fingers, he could feel around his wrist, or was that just the lingering aftereffects of the last time he’d attempted to visit her and it had been another boyfriend in a long line of boyfriends who’d answered the door? But when he’d woken up the next morning, he’d still been able to remember everything that had happened, even though he’d wished he couldn’t. It had left marks behind. A hot welt on his cheek; blood matted in his hair that had taken hours to completely wash out. 

[intiredtea]

Breaking a bargain for...?

As always, click for better quality.

More Bluejay origins!

(Context: He gave up his ability to sing as payment to a powerful crone who promised him protection and a new life. Bluejay casts spells using "Subtle Spell," a D&D 5e sorcery ability, which means you don't have perform somatic or verbal components of a spell. But without sorcery points, he had to make a decision to watch Gale die, or use his voice to save him).

This is super scrappy and I'm sorry. Almost scrapped this whole comic, but with some gentle encouragement from my wife and brother, I decided to just finish it the best I could and get my claws off of it.

As always, thanks for reading.

[hecksupremechips]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[nemainofthewater]

Halfway there and currently Caoxiang are winning with 59.9%, followed by Jiang Yanli with 15.6%, and then in third place Everyone from a Journey to Love.

Tag propaganda under the cut.

Note that it contains SPOILERS. As always, the write in propaganda is the last section, so if you're worried about spilers for things not on this list, you can avoid it

Tang Lian

#many of these are very sad and maybe cry#only one of them fucked me up for a whole 48 hours straight though#partly his death and partly the way we got to watch everyone find out and react to the news!#I’m totally fine!!!!!!#tang lian my beloved#the blood of youth by @jianghushenanigans

Cao Weining and Gu Xiang

#tumblr polls#gu xiang and cao weining 😭#not only was it so tragic#but seeing wkx find out and react was heartbreaking also😭 by @there-and-back-again

#look jyl’s was sad af#and tang lian’s had me going nooooooo#and pian ran’s was SO SAD#but nothing hit me like gu xiang & coa weining’s MY POOR BABIES 😭😭😭 by @unfortunatelycake

#jyl and pian ran hurt me#but WORD OF HONOUR DESTROYED ME by @sothisiswhyiamhere

#I never finished word of honor#but I heard about those deaths#that's painful enough right there#though jiang yanli comes second#if we're taking non-cdrama though#ianto jones death still haunts me by @ihavetothinkofaname

#i was between the wow couple and everyone from ajtl#i cried so hard for everyone from ajtl but at least most of them were profesionals who were prepared for their deaths#the happy couple shouldnt have died they didnt know it was coming and neither did we.#the shock just took me out. still does by @fealiniel

#god bai jiu really does deserve that#however. maybe because it eas my first brutal cdrama death. i cannot get over cwn and gx by @nutcasewithaknife

#gx and cwn tore out my heart omg#ive only watched a couple on this list and honestly i was also v upset by pian ran but word of honour takes it by @annagrzinskys

#I only know the first one but that’s enough#I’m still in denial about#word of honor#polls by @auroramagpie

#gx and cwn#i cried. every time i watch the episode i cry#everyone (a journey to love) cracked me up by @dommingjeffsatur

#look I was already spoiled for weining's death but to find out is was THAT guy who killed him broke me by @prideofyunmeng

#so many good ones#gu xiang's tore my heart apart ngl by @jaimebluesq

#Gu Xiang and Cao Weining deserved win :sob emoji: by @measured-words

#all i know hurt#but none like gu xiang and cao weining by @fire-burning-brighter

#GU XIANG AND CAO WEINING#there's something to be said for not being spoiled#cause it was SURPRISING#you know?#it was not expecting the happy ending to go so poorly!#it was watching the train wreck in motion and not being able to stop it#it was gu xiang telling gong jun to KILL THEM ALL#it was cao weining never seeing the betrayal coming!#that HURT ME#cdrama poll#lmao i forgot gong jun's character's name lolol#anyway#THEY ARE ALIVE IN MY HEART#MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WHOM by @wanderingthunderstorm

#GU XIANG AND CAO WEINING HANDS DOWN#i had never cried so hard during a cdrama before by @dripping-moonlight

#omg ouch#it sounds like fangs of fortune is pretty gut-wrenching D:#but i had to vote for Gu Xiang and Cao Weining ;__; by @vergoftowels

#shijie was PAINFUL but good god a-xiang and her dumb boy made me weep#they were SO CLOSE to a life of happiness and the hope of acceptance is what killed them i CRIE#woh by @ouaismongars

#I may have cried a river for Yangli and Tang Lian but Word of Honor was such a betrayal that I had trouble breathing through my tears#spoilers by @cherryvampyyri

Everyone (A Journey to Love)

#but I'm obligated to pick AJTL as a chronic Yuan Lu and Yu Shisan lover (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) by @rose-tinted-vision

Other

#look I know he was a very minor character but teng zijing’s death in JOL had me openly sobbing at work#guest were asking me if I was ok#very embarrassing! to this day I am still fucked up over it! by @bitterfrosts

#bai jiu (fangs of fortune)#there's only for so long I can see a kid being burnt to death while he keeps yelling out his gege's name by @travalerray

#beware the spoilers in my tags#i haven't seen most of these so it's hard to say#but yeah gu xiang and cao weining were rough#it was so much worse in the book too#teng zijing from joy of life was also Not Okay#but if we include animated wuxia then i would say the one that got me the worst#would have to be qiu shenji from da li si rizhi#it has a live action now i think but i'm terrified of it because it looks not even remotely similar to the original story by @sirspamzalot

#yeahhh#literally everyone from fangs of fortune#but especially my baby ying lei by @endrega23

In honour of the fact it is the evening preceding the birth of a religious figure best known for rising from the dead please have this poll.

They are alive in our hearts 😭😭😭😭😭

There are SPOILERS

SO MANY SPOILERS

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

[transhoverfish]

check out my new and incredibly cool subnautica challenge!! i call it: Go More Than Ten Meters In Your Seamoth Without Hitting 17 Entire Fucking Fish. so far proving to be impossible.

[idk-what-to-put-here-123]

I've actually had a really good day today for a change

[burningcomputerpersona]

I'm spending a year out of my comfort zone I don't think I've ever been comfortable in my life Or my own skin So I spent a decade painting myself blue Running from any hint of the truth: I'm far too old to complain about dying alone When I've been the way I've been

[acourtofquestions]

Dont be angry, Finnula said. Be smart.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

not to sound like a broken record but i love my friends so fucking much

[coloursofaparadox]

i finally got my adhd med dosage worked out and also for like the first time since upping the dosage actually managed to take it consistently long enough for it to actually kick in over the last few weeks and god damn. that shit is magic.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

So to continue my theme of Ken™Doll-Sam

Here's Ken!Sam in the "My Way" music video looking like Ken!René from the Aqua music video for "Barbie Girl"

And here's Ken!Sam with his perfectly quaffed hair playing his bass next to animated Ken with his perfectly quaffed hair playing... well a shit ton of instruments.

[sidesteppostinghours]

Hewooo, good morninggg!

ask game time ✨

For Caine: Philia 4 + Storge 3 in the context of tbe farm or tia elena

For Cyrus: Eros 1 + Storge 4 (sibling au ✨) + Philautia 4

im probably a few hours late when i finish answering this, but morning idle :D! hope you had a good one

Philia 4. Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

i was thinking about this yesterday on my way home from uni actually. the answer is yes, but with one baseline requirement: anybody they become close with needs to be able to ground them in one way or another. mortum and argent are possible, he appreciates their bluntness and strict boundaries. he likes to listen to mortum and occasionally bounce off ideas with her. he already holds respect for argent, and given time, she couldve grown to be a trusted confidante. however, they want to keep mortum as a purely business relationship at the moment, and argent already scared them off before anything could happen. heralds not getting any further than coach or "he seems nice", they like him but they get a headache whenever theyre in a room with him for too long. other than that, anybody goes. hes not picky.

Storge 3. How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

the answer varies wildly for either, so ill answer for both. in the case of tia elena, parental approval is a bit shocking to him, like with most relationship dynamics. they like it, they just cant fathom the fact that theyre getting percieved, much less in a positive light. hed do a lot to get more, its fascinating to him and it makes him feel like hes doing a good job. but its something they can easily give up if the situation calls for it (aka theyre my only step tia elenas 'im-not-mad-im-just-disappointed' look wouldnt work on).

the farm is...a very different story. they were made to be a tool, and if its a tool they want, a tool they shall get. before their escape he was very single-minded when accomplishing missions. get the job done in any way possible. consequences arent for him to worry about, he only needs to worry about if they mess up. which they wont. they make sure of it. after their escape he leans less into that mindset, but its difficult to let go of, and still bleeds into his relationships most of the time. they dont like to think about the fact they wouldve sacrificed anything for the farm back then, and that theyre not sure they wouldnt sacrifice anything now if the right people asked it from them.

Eros 1. Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

nobody but him is allowed to be romantic. thats it thats the answer were moving on

in all seriousness, he does do traditionally romantic things alot, though most of them are for the reaction, not courtesy. roses and flowers are a common way for him to try and fluster his dates, and the two people hes dated are both sappy suckers so its worked most of the time. the exception is gift giving, because most of his gifts are handmade, so he tries not to make a big deal about it. unfortunately, his partners always do.

receiving romantic gestures should be something hes used to at this point, but hes not, so it always catches him off gaurd. its embarrassing, but the most embarrassing part is that he gets strangely touched by it. he probably still has a teddy gifted to him thats never seeing the light of day. oh, and chocolates are always welcome. thats just good food.

Storge 4. Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don't have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

sibling au time✨

does the farm have the normal version of a favourite?? no. do they have a favourite 'im gonna fuck them up for fun' sibling? yes and thats fawn. north is a bastard and he frequently makes cyrus dream of murder. as for how their relationships all changed, cyrus used to be closer to his siblings. a Lot closer. of course, the farm changed that. he became cruel and harsh, which fawn couldnt connect with. even with river who wants to be evil, cyrus became obsessive about control after heartbreak, which i dont think river appreciates. his mental imprint changed extremely, and he started shielding around them. needless to say their relationship was estranged for a good while, but cyrus can never stay away from the people he cares about.

Storge 5. Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

hes proudest of his ability to stay logical and composed, unaffected by emotions. that last part isnt true btw, but he gets to believe it to feel better about himself. hes able to think things through and do what needs to be done without external influence. he thinks itd be easier for everybody if they were more like him, but secretly, hes relieved that theyre not. itd get less people hurt, but the poison is addicting, yk? if people were as logical as he wanted them to be, ortega and herald (and maybe mortum, the verdict is pending) wouldve dropped him by now, yet persistent assholes that they are, they stay with him anyway. he likes the trade-off.

questions are from here!