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mothsluggy · 1 month ago

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Varis - A Tale of Olde {cont.} (The Fall of Heroes)

Hunting the beast in this indomitable cold happens to be harder than what Varis thought. It’s been days since he has seen anyone, just pure white, viciously cold snow. Snow that makes his chilled skin all that much colder. The shadar kai’s palm feels frozen, even as he holds it under his thick fur coated wool cloak. He lost feeling in his fingers nearly an hour ago. He hadn’t worried about it, warmth will come once that fucking villain is dead. It’s only when Varis’ legs begin to buckle in the knee deep snow that he relents. He supposes revenge will have to wait until he warms himself.

Gathering supplies to burn is fairly easy, the wizard reaches into his pack for an easy spell scroll. He doesn’t even realize that he has been shivering until he struggles to unravel the twine on the wrapped parchment. “Damn it all.” Varis mutters quietly to the whistling wind. No response comes to his curse.

It takes a few unsuccessful tries before the scroll comes undone. The dark elf lifts his mage hand upwards, palm to the sky. This hand is unsettling still in comparison to the rest of his body, the magic pulsing through his shoulder, his only true source of warmth. A sparkle of earth comes from the palm, fresh bark for a campfire. He mutters an incantation and swipes his fingers forwards to light the wood and it sparks with warmth he hasn’t felt in more than a ten hour stretch. Varis inaudibly groans at the warmth as he sits, dropping his bedroll open underneath him.

The, now, empty scroll of paper burns into the embers of the fire as Varis tosses it in. He huddles close and breathes for a moment, just taking in stock of himself. His fingers are beginning to get their sensation back and his feet are no longer hurting, toes no longer tingling. But with the lovely warmth beginning to surround him, the ache of his missing arm comes back. The ache of his face, the massive scar caressing the right half of his face begins to tingle. Damn.

He hates it when this happens, when he’s been in the harsh weather for too long, worked himself dry, the ache that settles into his chest and bones comes back and he can feel the thoughts rushing in with them. He doesn’t like just sitting like this. It always spells disaster. He has to go, to rush on. To kill. Otherwise he might think about the why. The real reason he’s been chasing this stupid fucking monster from continent to continent. The people he’s truly been chasing.

The dark elf’s head is beginning to ache. When was the last time he ate anything? Not like he hasn’t had the goods for it, there’s a trove of untouched provisions in his pack that he has yet to touch. Varis simply doesn’t feel hungry, his appetite hasn’t been there for a couple hundred years. It’s not there. Maybe he should eat, yet the thought of tasting anything, of opening the doorway for opinions and thoughts to come through makes his stomach churn. No food. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.

The quiet cold, the whistle of freezing wind is the only sound beside the crackling fire that seems to fill the air. It doesn’t help Varis in trying to empty his head. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, desperately attempting to quiet the trickle of thoughts that are trying to push through. Stay on mission. Don’t think. Don’t.

The older man’s eyes snap open when he thinks he hears the whisper of a laugh he once knew. A light chuckle followed by a chortle. His one silvery white eye looks out, frantic because that sounded like Bran and Glee. Oh gods. His hands begin to shake, mage hand wavering and flickering. Perhaps he is too hungry. There’s nothing waiting in the air besides Varis. Only Varis.

He looks to the flames, breathing in a soft breathy sigh, trying to control himself. Varis closes his eyes once more and tries to suck up the warmth of the fire when he hears it. A voice beside him.

“I thought you hated the cold.”

When his eyes peer open to the sound, head whipping towards it, Varis really knows he’s hallucinating. A vision of himself is stoking the fire, his white hair longer, past his broad shoulders, his face fresher and with both hands at his disposal. His younger self nearly looks glowing, vibrant and at an ease that Varis is sure he’s never truly felt. A wry chuckle leaves his younger self’s lips and Varis reaches his hands up, shaking and heavy as he attempts to wipe his face. Only one palm reaches his face, cold and meaty. His magic palm has fizzled out and feels like static through his face. Gods above, stupid fucking abberation magic. Fickle thing.

“Get out of my head.” Varis growls to the hallucination, ducking his head into his fleshy palm, cradling his forehead into the touch.

Another chuckle, light and airy leaves the apparition, so life-like, so unnatural. “I’m afraid I cannot. We share the same head, unfortunately.” He sets the stick on the ground and it sizzles the snow, steam arising into the air. How can such a thing happen if there is no other person there to do that. Varis looks up at him puzzled, more confused than before as he shakes his head.

“No. You’re not real. You’re-” His voice shakes, raspy and rough from the lack of water.

“A hallucination, maybe. But maybe I’m real. Perhaps you’re in your own web of fate. Meeting your past, your ghosts.” The other Varis tilts his head, eyes narrowing in an inquisitive nature. Does he look like this to others, those sharp, beady silver eyes unveiling everyone’s little secrets? It’s unsettling and the dark elf feels a tiny twinge of guilt. “...But you would want that, wouldn’t you? You would like to see them again.”

Varis tenses immediately, mouth growing as dry as the deserts of Abena. Don’t say their names. Don’t speak of them. Shut up. Shut up. He doesn’t realize he’s smacking his own temple with his closed fist until he feels shockingly warm fingers wrap around his wrist.

“Shh, Varis. Don’t do all that.” When Varis looks up, the younger version of himself is looking at him with… kindness. Care. As if his own elvish features could make such an expression. Varis thinks he might be sick, though, he supposes he would have nothing in his stomach to upheave.

“Stop.” It’s the only word he can manage to get out.

The other elf’s face softens and he just shakes his head. “I can’t believe you. How can you have changed so much? Look at us. You changed me.” Other Varis’ fingers reach out to caress his scar and the dark elf flinches, hand snapping up to stop his younger self’s wandering touch.

“Don’t.” He growls in a sharp tone, one aged eye narrowing at the other one’s mirrored gaze. Varis’ other half is untouched, unharmed and unscarred. Like a portrait, a direct vision into his awful past. “I didn’t- I didn’t want this. I was given this. I was made to be like this. Don’t you fucking dare.”

Varis tightens his hand on the younger man’s eyes becoming blotchy with tears, unfocused. “And all those you’ve killed in cold blood in your path. The mercenaries in Abena-”

“They attacked me first, it was self preservation-”

“Or what of the family in Nostel, the child.”

“I didn’t know she was in there, sh-she wasn’t there the night before and her father was my only lead!-”

“The man in the tavern who asked you for your autograph, you killed him for no reason!”

Varis’ eyes widened, enraged, big tears seeping from his eyes. He grabs the other version of himself, wrapping his hand around the wizard’s slim neck. “Shut up- Shut the fuck up!”

“You killed all of them. Glee, Bran, Kiya, Orio-”

Before the younger man can finish his words, Varis shouts and smacks him into the snow. He begins to punch him again and again, each hit landing with a sickening thump. He can hear his nose snap, can see his face splitting. Blood pools out of the other Varis’ mouth, his nose and he can hear him saying it again and again. Glee. Bran. Kiya. Orion. No. No. NO.

Varis keeps hitting him but he won’t shut up. He won’t stop, even as blackened bruises form onto the other dark elf’s skin. Even as his skin bows and splinters under the scratches of Varis’ sharp knuckles. He didn’t kill them. He didn’t kill them. I didn’t kill them. The wizard screams, a blood curdling, animalistic scream that echoes off of the mountainsides and shakes the wind. And his hand has suddenly grasped a knife, slicing it into his other self’s neck. He hears a gurgling and with blood stained teeth, the younger version smiles.

“Good. Fight, Varis. You get it now. You’re a killer. You kill. Because you can’t kill yourself. Coward.” His voice is unnaturally clear for someone choking on his own blood.

Varis can’t stop screaming but the next stab towards his other self’s neck doesn’t hit anything. Instead all he feels is snow. Cold, chilling, biting snow. The dark elf lets out a cry, digging into the ground to find him. Where is he? He needs to see it. His red, marooned thick blood coating the snow. But it isn’t there. He isn’t there. There’s no knife in his stiff fingers, no cool metal touching his cold palms.

The warmth isn’t there either. There’s no fire keeping Varis’ body away from the strong winds of the blizzard swirling around him. His arm has been out for a while, the mage hand having disappeared out of necessity so his body could focus on warming itself. Varis screams until he can taste blood, punching into the snow until his already numb hand feels like it might fall off. The dark elf’s tears are freezing against his skin, his cheeks burning from the icy sensation.

He sits on his haunches, drinking in painful, ragged breaths that only irritate his lungs. He did it. He killed them. And he was right. He is a killer, a murderer, a monster. And once he finds that son of a bitch. He’ll finish the job for himself. Rid himself off of this mortal coil. That thought is the only thing that keeps him moving through the snow towards a tiny cave, even as his body violently shakes and his face feels frozen in place. Like the blood in his own mouth is crystallizing from the vicious cold. Varis will kill him. And then himself.

#dnd hombrew #this is a character from my own dnd campaign that i run #dnd character #dnd oc #dark elf #shadar kai #the rules are a little different in my world #posting to get the little dnd worms out of my head #im the dm #this is a character my party still hasnt met offically yet -.-#he's awful #i adore him #anyways #the fall of heroes #I'm posting this only for my own enjoyment

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stinkywormynoob · 2 years ago

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guppybibi · 5 months ago

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Price who lets his child cry in his arms while they rant about the incredibly hard homework their teacher gave to them (multiplication.)

Simon who suddenly becomes the world's best actor when his child asks him to join their tea party (happily drinks the cup of (tap water) tea his precious child made)

Kyle who carefully washes his child's hair after a long day of school (he isn't going to question why he found a worm and a lego brick in there)

John who teaches his child to 'fight' when he hears that they're getting bullied at school (he's been called to the office multiple times, is now trying to un-teach his child how to fight)

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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months ago

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Icy: Christmas

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Tontos

You stare at yourself in the mirror, fiddling with the cuff of your stupid Christmas jumper.

Mapi got it for you to match her and Ingrid's own stupid ones.

She'd called it a family set.

A family set.

You look down at it in the mirror, watching the googly eyes of the baby Brussel sprout shake a little in time with your breathing.

Mapi had bestowed Ingrid with the Mummy Sprout while she took the Daddy Sprout even as she ranted and raved about it being so straight and so annoying.

But you stare at yourself in the mirror now, in your ugly Christmas jumper from Mapi and an old pair of Ingrid's pyjama bottoms after your own started getting holes in them.

A family set.

You don't think you've ever been given a family set of anything before, let alone ever actually worn it.

Your parents usually summoned you to their side for Christmas, to attend whatever Christmas parties they had planned so you could smile and talk to whoever they deemed were on the up and up at the time, hoping to get in with them before they were unapproachable again.

Your parents had fingers in every major market they could get into, worming their ways to whoever was powerful and rich and had enough influence to help them in ways you never quite understood.

You're part of that plan. You've always been part of that plan.

But not this year.

Either they've decided not to go about their usual plan (doubtful) or whatever meetings they've got planned excludes under-eighteens (more likely).

But this has never happened before.

You've always been part of their plans, unwilling as you've always been but now you feel adrift without your familiar routine.

Staring at yourself in the mirror in Ingrid's pyjama bottoms and the stupid jumper Mapi bought and thought of you.

A knock on your doorframe startles you and you nearly jump out of your skin, making eye contact with Ingrid through your reflections in the mirror.

"You doing okay? Mapi's yelled for you twice now."

Your face heats up and you tear your eyes from the mirror so you can't see the red colour you're slowly turning. You look at Ingrid properly now, facing her as she wears her Mummy Sprout jumper.

"Sorry...I...er, I was just thinking."

"Good thoughts?"

"Just...thoughts."

Ingrid smiles at you fondly. "Well, can you take a moment away from those thoughts? Because Mapi wants to open a present."

"It's Christmas Eve," You say, allowing Ingrid to guide you into the living room where Mapi was inspecting the pile of presents under the tree," Aren't you meant to wait until Christmas Day to open presents?"

"We can do things our own way," Ingrid says dismissively," Make up our own family traditions."

There's that word again.

Family.

You have a family back home, kind of. You think. You have a family in the traditional sense. You had a mother and a father and they kept you fed and watered and made sure you always had a roof over your head.

You were a family in the traditional sense. Sure, they never came to your matches and were rarely around the house but they did the important things like making sure you didn't go hungry and always had no clothes when you needed them.

That had to count for something.

That had to show you were a family in some way.

But you had a family with Mapi and Ingrid too.

They made you dinner after a long day at training and made sure you had all of your schoolwork ready to be handed in. They got you a pet lizard, your handsome boy Toast who was your favourite boy in the world. They gave you soft pats and high fives and big hugs at any moment of the day.

All you needed to do was ask and sometimes when you didn't ask.

But always when you needed it.

Like now as Ingrid pulls you into her side on the sofa while Mapi plucks a present from the pile.

"It's from us," She says with one of the big grins she always gets when she's excited," Open it! Open it!"

It's clearly been wrapped by Mapi, a little messy but with so much love.

"Go on," Ingrid says," Don't keep us waiting."

You don't know why your hands are shaking as your tear open the wrapping paper. You don't know why you feel so choked up about everything. You don't know why your heart beats with some strange emotion as you glance at Mapi and Ingrid's smiling faces.

"It was difficult to find something to get you," Mapi starts talking, like she always does, and it settles your nerves, like it always does," Because you can easily buy yourself what you want, whenever you want."

"Oh..." You say, looking down at the gift in your hand," I'm sorry I made it difficult."

"It's not your fault," Ingrid says, gently rubbing your arm and allowing you to relax into her steady body next to you," But we think we managed to get you something better than anything we could buy you."

It feels like a book as you unwrap the paper.

You guess, in a sense, it is.

But, if you were to be specific, it was a photo album.

Your hands are still shaking as you open it, throat bobbing as you slip the pages.

"And that's us at the water park we took you to during the summer! And that's us when we went to that cat café! And this is the day we brought Toast home! And...You're crying. Oh...We've made you cry. Ingrid, we made her cry."

"Good tears, Mapi," Ingrid says, tucking you into her shoulder so you can keep at least a shred of your dignity," Happy tears. She's happy."

"Very happy," You choke out," So happy. Thank you."

"There's space at the back as well," Ingrid says to you," For next year and all the things we do then."

"Yeah," You say, wiping your tears," Thank you."

"You don't need to keep saying thank you," Mapi says," We're all family here."

#woso x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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luludeluluramblings · 1 month ago

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Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Conner Kent - Spin-Off

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A/N: Spinoff based on this ask, and combing it with this AU. I was just having fun with this and kinda practicing. So apologies if it’s weird! Hope I wrote it decent at least!

A/N: Probably will follow this same idea with the main story.

Warnings: Potential baby trapping, is it voyeurism if it's just ease-dropping?, Fem!Reader, Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, a bit NSFW, pregnancy

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Could you blame him for not taking the opportunity when it was offered so readily to him?

Conner would easily admit he was weak for you. To anyone. Tim, Bruce, Lex, Clark. Anyone.

While none of them may not take him seriously when he says it, he meant it. Devotedly.

He still had to play his cards right after that night. The night he had heard you at a party in Gotham while he laid in his bed on the Kent farm. He was always listening for you. Your voice, your complaints, your tears, your breath, your heart beat. It was his favorite song, his favorite lullaby. Angels singing couldn’t compare to it.

And, when he heard your drunken giggle as some pathetic asshole flirted with you, he moved. He didn’t really think of taking you. He just wanted to keep the trash off you.

But, then his lips were on yours, and your legs were around his waist. Your hands in his hair, his hands on your thighs.

Conner memorized each slight hitch of your breath. Every single gasp, moan, and whimper the escaped you that night. Even the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in his head when he had been in the manor the next day. Listening to you sleep off your hangover and wonder aloud who the stranger you slept with had been.

Disappointment filled him when he realized you couldn't remember who he was, but he could hear your heart pick up when you thought about the faint memories you did still have of that night. That was enough for him. For now.

When he heard the faint sound of a heat beat slightly out of tempo with your own appear less then a month later, he had to stop himself from doing something stupid.

He'd at least let you make the decision when it came to that. Whatever it would be.

That didn't stop him from sneaking into your room in the manor while you slept, pressing his ear to your chest and holding his hand over the second heartbeat. Some nights he whisper. To you, and to them. Conner fights the temptation to peak. He doesn't want to take away you being the first to see them at the very least.

Of course, duty calls eventual and he has to take a space travel. Coming back to Earth weeks later, the first thing he searches for it that same sound in your chest. It soothes him to hear it. It gives him further delight to still hear the second one too. You must have found out about the second by now.

He can hardly hide his stupid grin and pay attention to anything going on around him.

Conner lets people think he's just excited to be home. Even he wears the exact same smile on his lips while visiting Tim.

His world crashes when he doesn't hear your heartbeat in the manor. You're not even in Gotham anymore. He can still hear your pulse, so his world doesn't burn. But, he sticks around long enough to realize you had left while he was gone and no one had even noticed.

It broke his heart for you, but now he didn't have to worry about the rest of them and could focus solely on you.

As soon as he left the manor with a casual wave, he was off like a hound dog on a trail. He nearly breaks the sound barrier as he tracks you down.

He isn't even mad when you scream in surprise at his sudden appearance. Doesn't even dodge the objects you start throwing at him before his arms are around your waist and his head is buried in your chest. All he can do is sigh in relief at your confusion.

"Conner… What the hell are you doing?"

"Shhhh, I missed you both."

"Missed? Both? The hell?" Futile you start trying to worm your way out of his grasp when it clicks in your head what exactly he's talking about.

"Hang on. Please. I didn't want to overwhelm you." He murmurs while nuzzling into your skin.

"Instead you let me freak out by myself like a dick. God, I've been throwing up, and filled with anxiety-"

There you go complaining, again. Muttering to yourself. But, this time it's about him, so he loves it even more. Letting you go on and on until he peppers your lips with apologies from his own and makes them stop. Gasp and moans taking their place. It's hard to tell which he likes more. Each sound you make has him falling further and further in love.

#yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #pregnant!reader #yandere conner kent x reader #yandere conner kent #conner kent x reader #conner kent

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not-the-cheese · 2 years ago

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one sentence summaries of every TMA episode

(1-60 i'll add more soon)

part 2 up!

world's most effective anti-smoking PSA

man DOES NOT open coffin. everyone claps.

woman is judgemental towards neighbor even though she has hobbies that are just as weird.

book makes multiple people fall off chair.

man finds bag of teeth and decides he absolutely needs to fuck around and find out.

worm sti.

there was a SCARY MAN in the WAR.

fuck this tree

well at least ted bundy was a great father :)

i'm like 55% sure vampires are real and i'm willing to take those odds

bitches be dying. you're next.

we kill this man because he made the soda too warm.

sorry ur husband's dead. maybe get some help.

Unbox with me ! (GONE WRONG)

hah i'm safe from this one because i have decided to Never Go Into a Cave Ever.

man is so annoying about this spider that even his cat can't be bothered

man's bully finds a book about a Bone Turner and subsequently begins turning people's bones.

this guy sucks at DIY home improvement

aw maybe this priest didn't do anything THAT bad!

oh fuck nevermind

THE SKY ATE MY SON.

the worms stole my identity. i haven't left the house in days.

man beats german children at game of bravery and wins a coin (he later loses this coin)

my ex boyfriend gets casted in the muppets and dies

sorry mom, i've abandoned jesus for a new religion : jesus in the dark.

tall squiggly and HANDsome

old man arm wrestles demon through door knob

the buzzfeed unsolved guys finally catch a ghost but it's their sound tech

immortality but at what cost

working at the big meat factory was so traumatizing it made me vegetarian

i go to america and get almost killed by a furry

well if you love that wasp nest so much why don't you MARRY it (and then she did)

antisocial boat crew bands together to exclude one guy from a midnight party. he dies from the rejection.

bone apple teeth

remember when that norwegian guy threw a tantrum about us not digging a hole? turns out we were right to not dig that hole.

babe come over my parents have taken ill and passed away

man fucks around and it costs him everything

HOMOPHOBIC CHINESE VASE

oh god oh fuck the worms are here

thank you for participating in worms! please rate your wormsperience from 1 to 10.

the wormsperience has left me deeply scarred. i'm going to get lost in a tunnel about it.

🎸music makes me loose control🎸

spooky stories to tell at the next police slumber party

child threatens to run away and join the circus one too many times, and now the circus has come to cash in.

these mosquitoes are mad sus

man frequents local barnes and noble and then dies(?) after liking a book too much.

realtor gets eaten by the backrooms twice. it's a terrible shame.

both me and this weird goth dude have an unsatisfying italy vacation

guy who turns people's bones gets a new job where he continues to turn people's bones.

man who should never be allowed to build prisons builds a prison.

Something Big Is In The Water.

what if u heard me about 15 feet behind you fumbling around and calling out ur name 😳 (and we were both prison guards)

i'm going to be honest i didn't retain anything from this episode except that this guy has the silliest old man voice ever

everybody hates the tax man, including these creepy taxidermy animals

hmmgh. ant house.

so turns out being only 55% sure that vampires are real in my career as a vampire hunter has had some consequences.

the only thing keeping you company in space is your abandonment issues

🎶 the snack that smiles back 🎶 (my husband!)

maybe the real treasure was the house siblings we encased in spider web along the way.

your dead brother wrote books about ancient myths and WHAT

Part 2

#i hope this convinces you to listen to tma #podcast #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #tma #jon sims #sasha james #podcasts #gay podcasts #tim stoker #elias bouchard #peter lukas

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