#tribute au

[marsh-sonarr]

Added Songshu into @kefi-catfish’s Tribute AU! She’s the goddess/deity over fertility and wisdom, similar to Athena and Persephone

[crownorclover]

i'm in me smartcar broom broom

[zu-is-here]

hall of a forgotten hero

[4/17] Underswap!Sans by p0pcornpr1nce

[zillychu]

none of these words are in the bible

[darlingshane]

once in a blue moon

Wolf!Frank Castle x Human/F!Reader

Summary: Your vivid, ominous dreams seem to carry a message you can't quite grasp until Frank spells it out for you.

CW: +18, explicit, werewolf au, supernatural elements, gore, violence, dreams, killing animals, eating animals' hearts, blood, food, cravings, eating, smut, vaginal sex, squirting, love, unplanned pregnancy, considering abortion.

Word Count: 4,2k

��� Links: AO3 // Frank Masterlist

Following the ravenous calling of your stomach to satiate your hunger, you come across a banquet table sitting on a clearing in the middle of the woods. It's pitch black, but you can see so clearly under the soft glow of the full moon that hangs directly overhead. The ground is warm and green below the bare soles of your feet. The long white dress you're wearing almost touches your toes as you walk around the table to find an empty seat. There's only one chair and a big porcelain empty plate at the head of the table that's meant for you. It's not clear how you know, but you're sure that is reserved for you.

Your stomach protests harder the closer you get to your seat. The table is replete with a feast made out of the most delicious foods you can imagine. The scents mixing in the air from all the various plates is intoxicating. Your mouth waters at the sight of a tall, tiered chocolate cake. When you sit down, you extend your hand to take a piece, but before you can do it, a ferocious howl echoes through the trees surrounding the clearing, making the earth shake beneath. Your pulse quickens all of a sudden. Your head swivels in both directions until you see something emerging between trees at the opposite side of the banquet. It's Frank, slowly creeping in into the clearing, wearing his stunning wolf suit. His presence is both majestic and subtly intimidating. His thick fur coat is dark, nearly black, and shows a few greys around his muzzle. Between his sharp teeth, a white lamb hangs and squirms, trying to free itself from Frank's bite. You wanna reach out and help the creature, but the amber glare in Frank's gaze stops you from it. Before your eyes, he tears apart the little animal that dies in mere seconds. Perplexed at the scene, tears roll down your cheeks as Frank carefully removes the lamb's heart from its remains.

With the organ dripping red in his mouth, he then swiftly jumps on the table, his paws keenly avoiding touching any plate in the way. When he arrives at the head of the table, he lowers his mouth to drop the heart in your empty plate for you to consume. Your body trembles when he gently nuzzles your face with his snout as a silent order you can perfectly understand. You follow his command and pick up the tiny heart between your fingers as he watches you sink your teeth into it for the first time. He sits back on his haunches and stares at you, taking your time ripping a small piece out of it. Tears start pouring out again of your eyes as you swallow it. Frank remains unmoved from his position, expecting you to finish the whole meal he's brought you. After the initial bite, you keep going. Slow at first, and before you realize it, you've devoured the entire thing. Your fingers are covered in red, so is the bottom half of your face, and you've never felt more full and satisfied with any other food you've had before. The chocolate cake seems terribly unappealing to you now.

Frank looks so proud when he gets closer to you to lick the blood staining the corner of your mouth. It's strange how normal it feels to have him do that when he's in his wolf form. When he's done, he pulls his head back, and you see a different glare in his eyes. Something resembling sadness and remorse glares across his beautiful gaze. Like a sixth sense you've seemed to develop, you feel it in the now-full pit of your stomach that he doesn't want to do this. You extend with a hand to caress his head and put him at ease, but he promptly reacts, jumping on you, using his paws to push you off the chair. Laying on the ground, his sharp teeth flash across your eyes before tearing a chuck of skin off your neck.

You should scream, but you don't.

It should hurt, but it doesn't.

This should kill you, but it doesn't.

You remain awake the whole time while you bleed out. You stare at the moon above that seems to be watching over you like a guardian. It's striking white glow starts changing into a nice shade of blue while he rips apart bits of you.

It only lasts so long. Eventually, your eyes start feeling heavy as you capture the last beautiful moonbeams shining behind your lids.

There's a strange sense of dread that blooms in your chest when you stir up awake. You're back in your bed and realize that was one of the most vivid dreams you've ever had.

It's not even the crack of dawn yet when you look at the window. Full moon, just like in your dream, is still high up in its cusp, nestled between heavy clouds that threaten to break into a storm.

That sense of dread turns into something else. It's a little unsettling, but you can't explain why. It's an unfamiliar feeling, a mix of longing and fear, that's been rousing out of nowhere for a few weeks now. Every time it returns, it's grown bigger. You wish it away over and over, but it's pointless. It's burrowed somewhere out of your reach, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself and settle you back to sleep. Maybe that's what you need. You try shutting all thoughts and voices in your head to clear your mind, but there's an invisible force that doesn't let you.

Frank is not back yet when you shift on the bed to see his side empty. Which isn’t unusual. Sometimes he comes earlier, and you find him sleeping at your feet in his massive wolf form. Other days, he just exhausts every minute of the night out in the woods and by the time he gets home he’s already turned to human. Today it feels oddly cold, and you wish your furry beast would be warming up your legs at this hour. You inch closer to the other side of the bed and bury your face in his pillow to capture the scent printed on the fabric. Smelling him eases that edge a little. You breathe it all in, letting it intoxicate you until you've completely calmed down.

It allows you to rest your eyes for a little longer and at the first signs of daylight, you slip out of bed and pad across the cabin to the kitchen to make some coffee before he gets back. You accidentally hit your pinky toe with the leg of a chair and curse your way through the space, but the pain quickly fades away. While the coffee starts dripping, you dive into the fridge to fix the rumbling of your stomach that is dangerously aching for food. Your hand automatically chooses a tupperware holding roasted chicken leftovers from the night before. Without thinking, you pull off the lid and start picking up cold chunks of meat directly from the container to quickly stuff your mouth and satiate that hunger that goes much deeper than you anticipated. At some point when you bite into the meat, you also nick part of your index finger with your teeth, but you can’t stop. Like in a bizarre trance, you continue shoving chicken into your mouth. When you look down at the container— first, you’re shocked you’ve practically emptied the whole thing to bare bones in record time, and second, those bones are now covered in the blood dripping from your finger. You find yourself licking it, tasting your blood like it was the most normal thing you’ve ever done. It leaves a metallic, sweated aftertaste that disappears as you nibble the last shreds of chicken.

A soft thud hits the sliding door to the porch. You put down the container on the counter, and partially tug the curtain to the side to find Frank behind the glass, still wearing his wolf suit.

“Sorry,” you say as you slide it open, “it was cold, and I forgot to leave it open.”

His massive head nods at you as he takes a full spin around you, sniffing your ankles before licking the finger of one of your hands, the one that’s bleeding.

It used to be odd, and scary, to see him like this in his true nature, but you’ve grown comfortable seeing this other side of him that you love just as much. He's kind of adorable to be honest. He looks like the most menacing creature that's ever lived, and yet you know he has the softest of hearts. You don't have to lean over much to place a kiss in the middle of his head. He smells like pine trees and dirt and something metallic you can't identify.

Like undoing a spell, once you pull back your head from the kiss, he shape-shifts into his human form in all his naked glory.

When you look at his face, his brow is pulled tight, lips furrowing between the coarse hair of his beard, as he takes a good look at you with nothing but concern.

“What happened here, sweetheart?” He lifts the hand he was licking, showing the blood trickling down your palm.

When you take a good look at it, the cut you ignored goes deeper than you thought or felt, half of the pad of your finger is hanging, and weirdly, it doesn’t hurt as much as it should.

“I don’t know.” You look back at the container on the counter. “I was hungry, and I think I bit myself.”

“That’s some hunger,” he scoffs, extending a hand to your face to wipe that same blood that’s staining your lips.

“C’mere, let’s clean it up.”

“I’ll take care of it. Go put some pants on.” You kiss his cheek and pat his shoulder before stepping into the bathroom.

You collect the first aid kit from the cabinet and then open the faucet to clean the wound. As water runs down your finger, wiping away all the red, you see the gash starts closing on its own when you carefully hold close the hanging chunk of your fingertip. It feels like you’re imagining it, but you’re not. The piece of flesh fully attaches itself where it should be, leaving a faint line where it ripped. You’re not sure why, but you tape a piece of gauze around your finger to cover it.

Then, you quickly glance at your reflection in the mirror to see yourself in a field with a semi-eaten heart held in your hands and your mouth and chin covered in blood. This must be another dream, right?

Fear creeps up your spine. You force your eyes shut, and back down on your feet, letting your back close the door.

Something is definitely wrong here. Are you turning into a wolf? That's the only explanation for the speedy healing, or the fact you barely felt any pain. But it can’t possibly be. You've taken a lot of precautions to avoid that. It's been a while since you last talked with Frank about turning. It's not something you wanted to do, at least not yet, and it never bothered Frank. You've managed to build a life on your own terms together, even if his former pack disagreed with his decision of choosing a human over one of their own.

“Baby, are you okay?” He knocks softly on the door.

“Yeah… Yeah, just give me a minute.” You try to keep your voice even, but it doesn't matter, cause Frank can pick up on anything.

When you glance in the mirror again, the picture you saw is completely gone and all you can see is yourself in your pajamas, with your own blood painting your lips.

You clean your mouth and pull yourself together before stepping out of the bathroom.

Frank is pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, his bare back is in full display. He's put on a pair of grey sweatpants that are barely hanging around his waist. Quietly, you lock your arms tightly around his waist, capturing the heat of his body, pillowing your face between his broad shoulders.

“Is something going on, sweetheart?” he asks before tasting his coffee.

“Nothing's going on. I just got spooked, that's all.”

“You chew half of your finger,” he points out, turning around as you let go of his torso. “There's blood all over the chicken leftovers.”

“It's not that bad. Once I cleaned it up, it looked like a paper cut.” You don't understand why you feel like lying to him. If someone can help to figure this out, it's Frank, but you don't wanna know yet.

By the look on his face, you know he's not buying your bullshit.

“Okay, let me see.” He settles his mug on the counter.

“It's fine. I promise,” you scoff, showing your bandaged finger. “See? I didn't even need stitches.”

He holds your hand, seemingly taking your word for it, and gently places a kiss over the gauze. You then cup his face, and lean in to seize his mouth tenderly. His bushy beard scratches your face, as you melt together in a warm kiss. His arms curl around you, pulling you flush against his chest as your eager lips take a strong hold of his mouth. It's absurd how much you love him. You spell it with all you have— lips, teeth, and tongue that goes wildly untamed in the depth of your most deep desires. His mouth tastes so good, you forget how to breathe or talk or do anything other than isn’t this. There’s that feeling again, that unbearable longing that makes your whole body ache for Frank.

His hands quickly rise up to the occasion and wander all over your body. They slip under the hem of your shirt to claim every inch of your skin. He then gets a hold of your ass and with a strong grip he picks you up in his arms effortlessly. You curl your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist as he transports you to the bedroom without even watching his steps. His keen senses allow him to do that, which you envy sometimes.

Frank gingerly lays you on your back, yanks your pajama bottoms off you swiftly before nestling between your legs. He pushes his hardness against your sex and watches your expression change as his hips wave firmly to stir your arousal. Propped in one arm, he uses his opposite hand to push your shirt up and bare your chest. You grab the bunched fabric around your neck and remove it completely.

“Take these off, baby.” You then tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“But I thought you wanted them on,” he huffs.

“Changed my mind. Now, I need them off.”

He chuckles as he pushes them down just enough to free his erection. It feels amazing when he shoves his full hardness against your panties. Your center quickly heats up and wets at the friction. His lips are drawn to your neck, letting his beard drag all over your chest. Your skin promptly reacts, flourishing into goosebumps all the way, up from the crown of your head down to every last one of your toes. He groans and licks your body as he travels down your chest to suck your sensitive nipples. It makes you shiver in delight when he attaches his mount around one of them. Growing breathless, you slant your hips harder, needing him to fill your pussy the same way you filled your stomach. It's an unbearable craving that weakens you.

Frank quickly picks up the cue, and with a sudden move he turns your body around to have you laying on your stomach. He pulls your panties down, and adjusts your legs to make room for his cock. You place your head on the pillow, and hold tightly to it as he slots his full erection without trouble in one motion. You’re so tender and soaked, it feels like heaven itself is the one stretching your walls.

Frank’s body moves firmly, pushing repeatedly inside you, as one of his hands curls under your leg to caress your clit. His steady touch keeps you gripped to that mind-blowing shockwave of pleasure that starts forming at your center. It feels like a bubble of fire slowly rising up from the inside, setting your body ablaze.

“This is what you want, sweetheart?” he growls ferociously in your ear, biting your earlobe, while the erratic motion of his fingers, glued to your folds, drives you out of your mind.

You’re too out of it to respond with nothing but a strangled moan. All your senses but touch seem to disappear on you. Your sight blurs, your hearing can only pick up a faint buzz of his breathing, the only thing you can taste now in your mouth is lust, that smells just the same as Frank’s pillow that’s held under your head.

He attaches his mouth again to your neck. You notice his teeth dig harder on your skin to leave his mark, and you find yourself wishing he would rip it apart like you saw in your dream. The next second, you're suddenly trapped in a realm of unbridled desires, where you feel every cell of his body and yours fusing together as if they were one. For a moment, your pleasure becomes his pleasure, and vice versa. In your head, you swear you can read his every thought as if they were yours. His presence slips into your mind, stealing your darkest secrets. During that intense connection, you became aware of Frank's steady focus, driven by the only need to fill you with his seed. There’s something on that spot on your neck that he keeps latching on that’s sparking something in him that he hasn’t felt before. He wants to claim you, like he would do if you were a wolf, but he has the most utter restraint not to do so. As he pulls his head back, the link breaks. And you glance over your shoulder to see the glaring of his eyes turning bright amber, a shade that you’ve only seen a couple of times in his wolf form.

“Do it,” you beg desperately between moans as he rudely slaps your ass with his hips. “Please, Frank, do it! I need you to.”

There’s something feral that takes over him when you say that. His lip forms a snarl before bowing his head to bite that same spot as you asked. It reattaches that deep connection. This time, as he tips you over the edge, you can feel your arousal doubling down along with his. Your body is taken by the purest form of bliss you've ever experienced— It's yours and his melding together to create a powerful force that claims your body when your orgasm hits the highest point. You feel him feeling you with his seed at the same time your orgasm hits. Your shaking legs suddenly feel all wet after a gush of juices burst out of you. The sheets beneath you are soaked, and you can't tell if you've just peed or squirted, but it feels amazing. The weight of Frank's limp body on your back shifts slowly as he drags himself to the side. You curl against him, placing your ear to his chest, listening to the fast pace of his heart as his breath struggles to catch up, something you’ve never seen him do. He’s fucked you so many times without breaking a sweat, but now he’s utterly spent.

Closing your eyes, you doze off for a few minutes, and you're pulled back to your earlier dream… You’re laying on the grass, staring at a full moon that gleams behind a thick blue veil. Frank’s true wolf form is by your side. This time, he’s gently licking the wound he caused on your neck to heal it, as a smaller form of a wolf pup snuggles against your other side. You cradle it with your arm to keep it safe, and you love it. You love it with your whole heart as much as you love Frank.

“What happened?” you mumble when you come back to reality. You're laying on your side of the bed and Frank has wrapped you with a blanket. It feels like you've been out for ten minutes, but the day has turned to night when you look out the window. “How long was I out?

“You've been sleeping all day.” He's sitting beside you, holding one of your hands as he removes the bandage around your finger to see it has completely healed. “Why didn't you tell me?”

Your eyes well up. “I got scared. Am I turning?”

“No, you're not turning, sweetheart,” he reassures, placing a kiss on your forehead. “My blood is in your system, but you're not turning.”

“How's that even possible, Frank?”

“Can't you feel it?”

You shake your head, as he cups your jaw in his palm.

“You're pregnant.”

It feels so odd to hear him say those words that you can't process the thought of him being right.

“But I thought that couldn't be. I thought that you and I could never… you said it was impossible for wolves and humans to reproduce.”

“That's what I always believed. That’s what I was taught.”

You can see he's just as confused as you are at the prospect of you carrying a half wolf baby.

“Then, how? Are you sure that I am?”

His palm slides down to your abdomen. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I could feel it for a couple of days, but I couldn’t really tell until now.”

“Were you in my head?”

He nods. “Sorry, I didn't know that was possible with you.”

“Don't be. I loved feeling you like that. Is this how this always is with other wolves?”

“Yeah, it can be pretty intense.”

Frank tries to force a smile but his unreadable, restrained expression concerns you.

“What are you not telling me?”

He looks away, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Frank?” You sit down and cup his face, moving it so you can lock eyes with him. “I might not have your skills, but I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

His gaze veers down to see his hand gently curling around your arm as he draws patterns with his thumb on your skin.

“I called a friend from my old pack when you were asleep,” he confesses with a crushing heaviness that pours out of his despondent tone. “She's a doctor. She said you can't have this baby, that it's a curse placed on wolves like me that detract from their packs. They can never conceive with humans except during blue moons, it's a small window that happens every two or three years.”

“How is it a curse?”

“Cause it'll kill both of you. It won’t happen right away, but eventually, no matter how much you give him, it’ll never be enough. He’ll starve you before it’s born, and he’ll die with you. It’s happened a handful of times that she knows of.”

“Oh,” you utter, still struggling to catch up with all the information that's hard to assimilate.

“I'm sorry. This is my fault. I did this to you. But I promise I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“She has a clinic a few hours away. She’ll see us tomorrow. Said it was better to do it before it’s too late.”

“Get rid of it? What if we don't?”

“What do you mean? Haven't you heard me? You can't carry this pregnancy.”

“I heard you. But what if there's another way. What if you turned me? Would that work?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if that would work. If you wanna have a baby, we'll figure out a way to do it safely, but I'm not taking that chance here cause I don't wanna lose you,” he pauses with a long sigh. “I always thought you didn’t wanna be like me.”

“I never said that. I wouldn’t mind being like you if I had to. It just always seemed too scary.”

“It is scary. How about we just take a breath. We have the whole night to think about it, we’ll meet her first thing in the morning and see what she tells us, alright?”

“But I saw it in my dream. He curled up on my side.”

“I saw, baby. It was beautiful.” He leans forward, touching his forehead to your own, sliding his palm at the back of your neck.

“I know it’s crazy, I feel insane for even thinking about it, but I’d like to try.”

Against all your fears upon death, an irrational thought produced by that strange feeling that’s most likely a cocktail of hormones mixed with whatever it’s growing inside you crawls to your mind. You should listen to Frank; but the more you think about it, the less you want to let go of that picture you saw of you and Frank and that small wolf pup that was just a bundle of love.

— credits: divider by @cafekitsune

[iamdoru1]

Deltarune secret bosses tribute

[theartistisme43]

SMG4 sure is a lucky guy, isn’t he?

[silvkatt]

“What a horrible fate you have found, little star.”

mfw i suffer everywhere fr

List of AU Reshes and their owners:

@aura-morgenstern , @mistyplace-ghost , @lonksadventures , @thera-theadventurist , @sol-the-wasteland-sky-kid , silvkatt (me), @black-suns-rim , @felix-krain , @princessjadyn15 , @kokosovc

[allastoredeer]

Angel Alastor did live in Heaven for a time so presumably he at least knew *of* Adam, even if they'd never met. I'm just imagining in this AU when they were at the strategy meeting, Charlie brought up needing someone to fight Adam, and Alastor was practically bouncing on the balls of the feet going, 'Please please *please*, Charlie, I've waited fifty years for the chance to punch this insufferable man in his stupid face, you have no idea how badly I need this, please-'

Hehehe I actually have this stupid little scenario where Alastor got the opportunity to sleep with Adam, which he took because he was curious about what the first man was like in bed, and it has haunted him ever since.

He would rather die than anyone find out that he actually slept with Adam.

Adam doesn't remember, of course. He's slept with so many people, I doubt he remembers most of them. Which Alastor is 100% fine with.

I'm still not sure I want to make that canon to the AU, but I enjoy thinking about it.

I do love the idea of Alastor bouncing on the balls of his feet to fight Adam, anyway. He's been in proximity of that man before and he's wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face since he heard him speak. He is NOT passing up this opportunity, do you understand, Charlie?

[slutforpringles]

While I was cooking dinner earlier I listened to the post-Singapore GP Auto Action Mag podcast and there were a couple of interesting bits of info that I thought others might be interested in that I haven't seen discussed elsewhere. (also if you want to listen to three aussie blokes chat about how abysmally Daniel was treated in Singapore while eviscerating Red Bull, Marko and Perez then I do recommend listening to the whole DR segment (19:30 - 33:00)

"I spoke to his [Daniel's] dad at Phillip Island earlier this year and Dan's got a few irons in the fire. He wants to get into making movies or TV and believe it or not, he actually fancies himself as a stand up comedian. So we'll see where it'll go." (27:03)

"And I know that the Australian Grand Prix are going to try and do something next year to celebrate his career. I was talking to Travis Old about that the other day. They're trying to work out what they can get done and don't be surprised if there's a little bit of a push to have one of the laneways of Melbourne renamed [after Daniel]." (32:09)

"And can I say on a personal note, the quality of the bloke reflects back on the quality of his family and his mum and dad are lovely people. Haven't met his mum, but I've met his Dad and I know what his mums like because people that have met [her] have told me. But just really decent people. And that's the thing about Dan, Formula One is not necessarily full of decent people, but Dan's one of them." (30:05)

[boxfullaturtles]

He's here to steal uranium and blow your house up. And he's all out of uranium...

i am nothing if not a sucker for a mad scientist with a stunning flair for the dramatics and destruction

and @dragonpastels Evil/Cracked Conscious Donnie is just *chef's kiss* i adore him, what a king, what a glorious creature <3

[h-didanart]

It is July 16th.

A date known across this world and many more. A day forever marked in the memories of the Celestial bots. A sad day, an omen of struggles to come.

It is also the day a certain pair fully woke up. Deemed to be their date of “birth” if one were to say it so. The twins of the blood moon, though no longer at play, are honored on this day.

The day of the massacre.

That damned day.

The moon is up high, red shine illuminating the deck. A place of importance this was to the twins. A place where many others have agreed to meet.

The feral one starts, calm for once. Under their hood, white eyes look at the sky, pondering on the fate of them who shared their code. They approach a lamppost and place their offering, a giant scythe, for whatever hunts the twins may partake in the afterlife. They lower their head, uncharacteristically silent, and make their way back to the group.

It is a while before anyone else moves, though before long them who’ve retired approach. In truth they hadn’t wanted to come, at least not with the others. They hadn’t seen a point when all they shared was a name. They shake their head and look at the moon. Though not exactly the same, they supposed they still understood. At least the real ones could be at rest now, free of all the shackles and free of any pain. They place the copper dagger at the base, and turn back to the rest, for once their quietness not questioned by the fellow pairs.

The hunter and harvest moons stare up at the stars, hand in hand. They were next in line to pay respects. A basket of flower chains they’ve brought, orange, and pink, and white, they could not find any red. They place them around the lamppost, tying the strings so they wouldn’t fly away. They pause and take a look at the small memorial, wondering if without their family this would be them. They hold one another closer at the thought. They hope the flower smell could reach those separated by death and reunited once again, the not unpleasant smell was one they knew could help.

He took a step forward, then another. He hadn’t expected this to be so difficult, it was a struggle for him just to walk, but he couldn’t just not show up. Not again. Once reaching the lamppost he glances up at the sky, a memory quickly flashing by. He looks down again, trying to keep himself calm. A comforting hand rests on his shoulder, his friend had arrived as soon as he had called. Together they leave the plushie on the ground, the lone twin looking back once more, glad to know at least the other him was no longer alone.

The vampire walks up to the lamppost. They were the ones who came up with this event. Truth be told they hadn’t expected so many others to agree to it, it was meant as a small ceremony of sorts, though they supposed it was good in the end. To have so many others show their respect. They kneel and place down the charm they had prepared, a ‘good luck in the afterlife’ so they’ve read. They hoped the other them was doing well in hell, they knew how awful it could get down there.

They don’t know why they agreed to this, they really didn’t. The guy was awful, a murderer, a freak. But… it didn’t feel right for them to not show up. With unpracticed care, they wobble over to the memorial, a scarlet ribbon in their hands. They figured the originals would like that shade more than their preferred orange and wine. It took some time but they eventually managed to tie the ribbon around the post, their shared body stumbling back and nearly falling over thereafter. They went back to their place wondering if this is what Kaycee felt whenever she looked at them.

Both humans walk up at once. The older holding a bag close to their chest, a fitting sacrifice for their alternate selves they believed; the youngest had a necklace of a red stone they had found, they weren’t really sure what else they could’ve gotten. They both place their offerings at the same time, necklace on the base and cow’s head to the side. The older stood up and looked at the red sky. Such a pretty view it was, they were glad they could see it together, such luck they had had. Unfortunate the others couldn’t have a fraction of it, to be ripped apart like that was not something easily left behind. Though they were both dead now so perhaps it didn’t matter at all. The youngest stood up as well, talking out loud to themselves. They knew of the twin’s status at their deaths, so upsetting to think they’d had no one but themselves. It was small and they couldn’t answer anymore, but they had still offered a place in their family’s home, they knew for sure they’d leave an open space for them at dinner today.

Death itself was there, or at least one of them. The butterfly god had agreed to let its new soul out, to mourn or grieve or whatever they were busy at. The young god and their still mortal twin approach the place for gifts, still in sync despite the many differences developed. They place the flower down, the mortal tying the previously left necklace around the vase’s mouth. They both look back at the moon and stars, slightly at peace at seeing what will be. This is their future, perhaps not exact, but very close to it. A soul destined to death, and a pair to never separate.

They were last in line, and last arrived, recent arrivals to the group over all. To find so many others with the same affliction had been both surprising and sad, even more when learning of their brother’s reputation. Still, the new twins step forth, moral support sun at their side. They knew little of these alternates, just that they were villains and rejoiced in death, and they loved one another dearly to an immeasurable extent. Such a duality hurt their brain, but they figured they’d still pay their respects. A black cloak in their hands, one of the many they had, a perfect tool for sneaking around in the dark, they figured it’s something the dead killers would like. They step back after placing it down, their brother behind them, and all three let their thoughts wander to what in their future might happen.

Once all were done there was silence. No one really had anything to say, all of them holding their own thoughts over the death of this version of them. And one by one, each pair left, returning to their worlds and their daily lives. Some came home to celebrations of their own, some to quiet halls, some to rotten bark. But in the end, whether better or worse, they all arrived to their friends and family, and, if only for one night, let themselves appreciate what they had, what they could’ve lost.

May the twins find mayhem in the afterlife, may they burn in hell side by side. Happy birthday Bloodmoon,

and please never come back.

full picture below,

[0rchidm4ntis]

Naruritsu week day 1 - Sun & Moon/Dear moonlight

[thesleeplessdream]

(Inspired by @gilly-moon recent work :T )

[cerealforkart]

My Hermie design throughout the podcast!

(Bonuses & AUs under the cut)

[meekmedea]

Imagine if snakified Clemensia became vengeful and broke Reaper out of the zoo to help her kill Gaul for the snake tank stunt...

AHH this is very interesting to think about, it's been on my mind since I first saw it.

Was at work earlier and didn't get the chance to type this out till now 😅

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Assumption - instead of finding Coriolanus after the Arena collapses, she runs past his room and makes it out of the hospital. Thus Clemensia gets home and shocks her parents with her new appearance. Her parents took one look and just knew - that’s not the flu (or whatever lie the hospital fed them). 

Borrowing the book's timeline where there's quite some days between the snake bite and her reappearance. Also taking the part from the book where Clemensia thinks those in the hospital were gonna kill her, I feel like her parents take this fairly seriously. 

Endymion and Aelia are angry after hearing everything. And of the two, it’s Endymion you have to watch out for. That’s his little girl. If he did not care about the social impact it’d leave on his family, he’d have committed a murder in broad daylight. Instead, he acts shocked and outraged when the hospital informs him that his daughter is missing. 

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Meanwhile Clemmie has been hidden away to her grandmother’s side of the family. Her parents can fake finding her later and use it to insist that given the hospital’s track record, they don’t trust their daughter to be in their care.

She wants Gaul dead just as much as her father. But she’s going about a different route. So with great persuasion, one night, one of her cousins sneaks her into the zoo to meet Reaper to offer him freedom, on the condition that he helps her kill Gaul. It’s a bit more selfish. If Reaper is caught trying to kill Gaul, then it’s just “he’s District, what did you expect?”

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Reaper’s not an idiot - such a condition is too good to be true. Plus the two are still on meh terms (they don’t really have a relationship of any sort to begin with). But he is sympathetic/horrified after learning what caused her appearance. 

This begins a series of visits late at night (she’s a bit vain about her appearance) where they attempt to bargain over his freedom for __. And sort of know each other a bit better as a bonus.

To the public’s knowledge, Clemmie is still ‘missing’ while her father is sowing seeds of distrust regarding Gaul and the whole mentor program. First Arachne dies. His daughter is then involved in some ‘sudden’ illness and missing. Then more mentors die / are injured in an explosion. Like wow, maybe these games are more trouble than it's worth. Gaul can’t even manage the tributes. Much less the mentors.

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Reaper: What about the rest of the tributes? We can’t just leave them to their fates.  Clemmie: I can't free them all! I’m just one person! 

They bargain down to include Dill in this. She’s been slowly getting a bit better, courtesy of Clemmie’s medication / food she’s been bringing every night. 

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A plan is figured out - Cleopatra’s side of the family has connections -  they learn that there’s no cameras inside the ‘newly constructed’ arena and there are exits/people to bribe so they can sneak Reaper and Dill out at night. It also involves faking a death or two.

Originally Clemmie wasn’t going to come the night before the games mainly because this would be when her parents ‘find’ her after she’s been missing for so long. She has a change of heart and sneaks in to visit Reaper once everyone is gone. 

Although the book timeline would have her appear on the first day of the games, Clemmie doesn’t in this AU. She’s persuaded that a longer disappearance could work in her favour. 

It does. She’s been missing for nearly a week now, people are bound to talk. People do ask Coriolanus what happened that caused her to be in the hospital in the first place, and his vague non-answer aren’t looking great for him. 

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That night, the plan is to get Dill and Reaper out. 

Dill makes it out. But Clemmie ends up stuck in the arena with Reaper when the plan is complicated by Sejanus and Coriolanus in the arena. The important thing here is that none of them cross paths. 

Also teenagers are not best known for their rationality. Especially not ones who’d recently undergone some sort of human experimentation. They end up seeing Bobbin attack Coriolanus. Presumably dead post-attack. 

Reaper, upon finding out Bobbin's still alive: We gotta get him out too! Clemmie: Fine! 

The hideout is now a bit more crowded than originally expected

Don’t question Capitol medicine, but Bobbin is awake in the morning (maybe not walking around) but grouchy. Also uber wary of all this, can you blame him? He did nearly get beaten to death by Coriolanus. 

He gets the bed. As does Dill in the spare room. 

That night Reaper and Clemmie rock-paper-scissors for the couch. He wins, but they end up sharing anyway.

Okay, this got a lot longer than I expected, I'm gonna reblog part 2