#v: lost and found

[thatsecondsalemboy]

@prioriiincantatem | plotted starter

The room was small.

Credence was no stranger to small rooms though. His bedroom back at the church was...had been little more than a storage closet, just enough room for a bed and to hang his clothes and little more. This room was bigger than that, with a wooden chair and table in the corner and little else. The walls though were a stark white, enough to make his eyes hurt just a little.

He didn't know how long he would be in here, nor how long it had already been. His mind felt like a scrambled mess, with anger and fear and pain still licking at the corners of it. In truth, the boy was both exhausted and terrified, still hurting from the earlier betrayal and tortured by the uncertainty of what would happen to him now.

They had to figure out what to do with him, that was what he'd heard. A danger, the cause of so much destruction, all because of one scared young man.

[goingtosave]

A certain curly-headed toddler has just been released from his grandmother's house to barrel towards Scott on the sidewalk with a flushed face and cheerful grin. He runs the same way his father always has, like he's on the verge of falling over and eating dirt, and in one hand he has a ziploc bag of something clutched so tightly he's probably crushing it. "Papaaaaa!"

That never gets less amazing to hear. Scott beams, crouching midstep to he can catch the oncoming missile, possibly right out of the sky, and whooshes Gabe into a little spin for good measure.

"Hey, buddy! What'd you swipe from grandma today? Nothing she's gonna miss too much, right?"

[swearingcactus]

ever since i heard this audio i always thought it'd fit rogue and lil v so here's to all the mom rogue enjoyers. a sequel of sorts to [this post]

[ryanthel0ser]

I need to take a moment to appreciate Ogata's artwork for DMC because what did they put into that artstyle oh my god (also I have a bunch of the art they made when they first started to work on Visions of V and I want to share the ones I have saved)

[an-albino-pinetree]

I would be the gayest redneck little shit.

I’d be unstoppable/j

@thescarletnargacuga I did it ✨ I didn’t know if you actually wanted to be tagged sdjh

[draconicfool]

@xianzhou-craftsman asked: "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." but hear me out: it's Yingxing meeting Emanator Eros

There's silence for a moment. Unsettling silence as the Emanator stops what they're doing. Claws releasing the throat of the now long dead man in front of them. And they would stand up. Almost as if they were a puppet on strings being lifted from the ground. Those bright purple eyes staring at the man that had made...the mistake of coming into this part of the city. The man that had unfortunately wandered close enough to the Emanator of Voracity while they were eating. And a shaky step was taken forward. And then another. Tail flicking back...and forth.

And as soon as they were close enough, they'd reach up. Surprisingly gentle as they ran a blood-soaked claw along the other's chin. Grinning up at the other. That moment of terrifying pressure changed seemingly so instantly- albeit it was still there. Just...less so, it seemed.

"...s'that so..~? Y'think that 'm th' prettiest thing...y'er eyes have ever come upon..~?" Their voice comes out a purr, really. Those teeth on full display as they look the other over. Up...and down. As if any moment he, too, would be swallowed up.

"...Hah...I like ya~. 'm gonna keep ya."

the prettiest thing I've seen || accepting

[aerialworms-art]

Spocktober + Trektober Day 17 - Survival Training

Their camping dates in The Final Frontier are everything to me :'3

(ID (+ bonus unedited version) under cut!)

I wanted to add the unedited version too because I actually quite like the scrappiness of it! Plus I find it funny that I've done 16 of these and somehow managed to switch the 'Spocktober' and 'Trektober' in the corners on the 17th and not like. the second. 😅

I'm sticking this one right up on my wall :3

[Image ID: A black and white drawing of Jim Kirk, Spock, and Bones from Star Trek: The Original Series. They are sitting around a campfire in a clearing in an alien forest; in the sky above is a crescent moon, a distant ringed planet, and a galaxy. Smoke rises from the fire, and it casts long shadows behind the characters. The forest and sky are drawn in white gel pen on black ink, and the ground around the characters is shaded in scratchy black brushstrokes to indicate the ring of light thrown by the campfire.

Bones and Jim are reclining on the ground, to the left and behind the fire respectively. They are wearing casual clothes; Bones is wearing a jacket and Jim is wearing a t-shirt with a button up shirt over the top, unbuttoned. Bones is also toasting a marshmallow. Spock is on the right of the fire. He is sitting cross-legged facing the other two. He has a blanket wrapped around him and is wearing a beanie with a bobble on top, covering his ears. Only his face is visible. He is scowling, and saying in a square speech bubble "I do not see how this activity provides adequate survival training."

Bones replies, also scowling, in a round speech bubble "Just enjoy the peace and quiet, Spock."

Jim's eyes are closed and he is smiling, basking in the moment.

Above the drawing is written "Trektober" and "Day 17 - Survival Training" Below it is written "@aerialworms" and "Spocktober".

The second image is the same as the first, except several brushstrokes have broken the boundaries of the drawing's frame, and 'Spocktober' and 'Trektober' have switched places. /End ID]

[drowsemp3]

cass 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 cassssssssssss 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(batman & robin eternal #13)

[imminent-danger-came]

Part of me, deep deep down, wonders if we still may have a scene of MK on his knees versus his friends a la 4x07

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

(ao3)

The worst thing, Bad knows, is the way that nothing changes. 

The clouds move slow across the sky, gentle giants on an eternal trek. The waters dance with fish; the brooks burble and sing. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. 

On, and on, and on, and on. 

Bad breathes in, slow, and holds it. 

It’s enough to go mad over. To become enraged for. To rip everything down just so that everything can match the- the keening lack in his heart. Grass grows. Grass has always grown. There is nothing that could ever stop grass from growing. 

His hands are curled into the ground at his sides. He clutches handfuls of the wretched plant and pulls, almost gently, and doesn’t snap a single blade.

He exhales, slow, and doesn’t inhale again. What point is there? He’s alone. No one will know whether or not he needs to breathe. He’s been alone before- days that Dapper doesn’t wake up, days where the other eggs are with their other parents. Days where he falls asleep in his chair and the ghosts are left to amuse themselves. He’s been alone before. 

He’s lost before. 

There is a sob in his throat. He refuses to let it out. It chokes him, and he takes another deep breath to try to settle it. 

There’s always- he misses Skeppy. Of course he misses Skeppy. He can’t lose Skeppy, but Skeppy isn’t here.

Dapper isn’t here. Pomme isn’t here. Richarlyson. Leo. Ramon. Chayanne. Tallulah. They’re-

Bad tears the grass out of the ground. He stares at his hands, dark claws curled around torn green plant. He tries to imagine the grass is white fur instead, but he can’t find the enthusiasm. That’s okay. The anger will be back later. 

He just- he can’t feel much beyond the loss, right now. The lack. The empty, quiet island where sheep eat grass and clouds keep moving and no eggs place any signs at all. That’s not okay, but he knows that, at least, will change. That’s how grief works. The world ends, and you end with it, and while you claw yourself up from the rubble the world ends again and sends you back under, and then again, and then again, but by the third go around you know what the tremors look like. You start to predict where it hurts the most. Then the world keeps ending but the ending just becomes a part of your world, and sometimes everything shakes but you shake with it and it’s not okay but it’s better. You get so used to the shaking that sometimes you forget that your world ever ended at all. 

How long will it take for him to forget them? 

Bad leans forwards, slowly, until he slumps into a miserable little puddle of limbs. He presses his cheek into the cool grass and when the sob rises up again he bites it back with teeth. The sun is blocked by a sombrero, now fallen awkwardly over his face, that Foolish had cheerfully placed on his head hours before. Bad doesn’t know why Foolish had put it there- except he does, and he’d seen it in the in the slightest tremor of Foolish’s smile, and so he’d kept it on. 

He can’t see them, but he can hear them laughing. Mouse, Jaiden, and Foolish, just around the corner. There have been so many people ‘just around the corner’ today. They’re so loud. They’re not the right type of loud. He feels guilty for the way that they’re comforting him, that he’s taking up their time, and then he feels angry that he feels guilty because he remembers the cage, and he knows what he really means to them, and-

They’re still here. The eggs are gone, and they’re still here. 

Forever isn’t here. 

Forever hasn’t given him a gift basket yet. 

…

…It doesn’t work. It’s a close thing, though- there’s a flicker of irritation at the thought of Forever’s awful, handsome face. Not anger, not nearly enough emotion to fill the void that is Bad’s heart, but maybe it could be. He’ll try again tomorrow. Isn’t that fun? Isn’t that something? There’s so much emotion he can’t feel any of it at all. 

Maybe it’s a bad dream. There were no remains. There was just Dapper’s top hat, and Pomme’s beret. No shell, no dead eggs. No eggs. It’s driving him mad, the maybe-yes maybe-no nature of his children’s fate.

He thinks, maybe, that tomorrow he will build a drill. 

Today, the world is dark beneath the sombrero, and the grass is scratchy and full of small twigs. Foolish laughs once, too loud. Automatically, Bad pushes himself up, because he knows Foolish, and knows how long he’s been away from the group, and he feels sick. He fumbles for his warpstone and- Foolish’s head pops around the corner- Bad freezes. Too late. 

Foolish looks at him, grin bright and neverending. Bad looks back. He can’t bring himself to say anything- he drops the sombrero at their feet. 

Foolish’s smile fades. Bad activates his warpstone again and, though the particles, he sees Foolish give him a sharp, left-handed salute. Bad can’t bite back his little laugh; Foolish knows him, too.

And then Foolish is gone. The world is purple. Then the world ends, once again, in Bad’s home. All of Dapper’s machines have stopped. Echoing noise to almost-echoing silence. Ah. Right. None of the island’s machines are working correctly. Bad will have to make a smaller drill. But he will build his drill, and he will dig, and he will find his son. 

“Dapper?” he calls, his voice cracking. The sound echoes. Only the animals answer back- they’re the only thing that stops the base from being completely silent. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. There’s so many animals here. What good company. It occurs to Bad, suddenly, that they’re good company. Dapper is gone, and his animals are still here, and Bad- 

He won’t kill Dapper’s pets. He is suddenly holding his scythe and he won’t hurt his son’s pets because he can’t trade them for his son and there’s a special sort of heartache to the fact that his son left behind instructions to machines that don’t work and so many animals that can’t keep Bad company the way Dapper kept him company and Bad- 

He’s holding his scythe. He’s holding the Sunshine Protector. He tries to take a breath but it comes out stuttery and he bites his tongue and. Dapper was-is always so sweet. He made Bonnie to keep Bad company, and Bad is always haunted by little ghosts but now most of all he is haunted by the love of his son. 

“Where are you?” His voice cracks on the third word. He stumbles to Dapper’s room and doesn’t think about the fact that they never got to build one for Pomme.  

The hole in his heart could swallow an island. 

Please don’t take- 

The scythe gets left outside. Bad can’t bear to look at it. Protector. There is a secure door in front of him that keeps nothing secure because now there is nothing to protect and Bad- 

-my sunshine away. 

He falls to his knees next to the empty bed. He chokes out, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Dapper.”

When the sob rises again, he lets it.

[thatonegaybrit]

; I FINALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO W MY LEGS WHEN I'M LYING DOWN HAVAUAVSG ??!

; it's heavy, tight, doesn't mess up the sheets, I can itch my feet without moving and messing up how I'm lying down, I scare anyone who looks at how I sleep, it's enough sensory input that I can focus on it && ignore everything else, but not too much that it's overwhelming, I can fidget for extra stimulation. HAH. I'm so smart I love myself

[smolbean-fae]

Snuggle time with Aspen...nuh night evy' one! 🤍

[noknowshame]

doing a Saw marathon was such a great idea these movies are so funny. I never realized before that after the first movie its not even a ~spooky mystery~ who Jigsaw is. like yah there's the puppet but we know who's doing this. his name is john. he's right there. hi john :)

[itsprobablybetteroffthatway]

The only time I ever feel remotely connected to my Catholic upbringing is when I pray to St. Anthony to help me find things

[thedeadthree]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

AIRIKA HI TY TYY DEAR this is the cutest thank youu and i hope ur well!! i adore yelling about tunes EEEK 🥀💌☺️

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 — hozier, bear mcreary.

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 — charli xcx.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 — cocteau twins.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 — the crane wives.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 — ramin djawadi.

[draconicfool]

@xianzhou-craftsman asked: Slowly and gently, Yingxing places the flower crown atop Eros' head, and exhales as he drops his hands, smile widening. There's still some tension to him, something that might almost seem like he's unsure, but of course that's ridiculous, considering who he is. "It's a tradition from my- from the planet I was born on," he explains quietly, "We would weave flower crowns for each other every year, a week of celebrations around spring. I was the best at it out of all the children in the village." It's not really a boast, his voice still very soft. "… it's supposed to protect you. We'll let it dry and hang it up at home, and it should chase away nightmares and bring good luck." It's… silly. He knows it's silly. He's a man of science and he's well-aware that a flower crown is just a flower crown, but nonetheless… he wanted to do this.

There's silence from the small male as he lets the flower crown be put on him. His head lifting as he looks up at his beloved curiously. Taking in the information he's given and nodding gently. His own hands now reaching to take his partner's once they drop. Squeezing them gently.

He can tell by the look on his face that there are- a good couple things running through Yingxing's mind, but he smiles all the same. Pulls the other in for a gentle peck. Nothing long or needy as usual, just a reassurance. "I love it, darlin'." Such a simple phrase, but it couldn't even capture how the vidyadhara felt. Something to protect him. To chase away nightmares. His partner really knew him well- wanted to help him even in ways like this-. Things Yingxing himself saw as silly.

"I know y'tell me t' treasure things by usin' 'em...this s'a gift...'m gonna hold ont' f'er'ever, honey. Thank ya...y'er gonna have t'teach me so I c'n make one f'er m'baby too, though, okay?"

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