#ye was at his peak of afterlife

[ghostbsuter]

The Zone is down.

It is a horrible truth, the destruction of home was inevitable and that doesn't lessen the pure hurt he feels during the final moments.

Every life, every death, the memories of many. All seal in a sphere of a fallen sky, in the soft palms of their king.

Their boy king leaves, bringing along his people, infinite in number and all sleeping, none the wiser.

It will take time to re-create their home, nothing impossible, however. The sphere in his hands, pulsing with life and humming with power, the child and successor of the Infinite Realms.

Many lives are lost, many are ended and every single one will remembered.

So when he takes refuge in a strange dimension, he receives care in their base in space, a room and slowly opens up.

It's only then that he allows himself to grief.

[themoonweaversden]

All 179-244 (or so) codes that were found so far (no spoilers)

Note: As far as I'm aware if you input any word after selling your soul to Bill and press the knob you'll get the same result. I still think it's important to highlight the ones that didn't have any result once you imput them normally the day the website updated (AUDIOLOG, BUBBLES, CLEAR, CONTRACT, SMALL) these may have been just an error since it has been fixed since then

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3466554

29121239168518

333 Sundapple Lane Cozy Creek IL 60714-94611

A

ABUELITA

ADASTRAPERASPERA

ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH

AM I BLANCHIN

ANSWER

AXOLOTL

B

BAAAA

BABY / BABY BILL / LALALALALA / MOMMY / DADDY

BILL / BILL CIPHER / CIPHER / ILLB / LLIB REHPIC / REHPIC

BLACK SHEEP

BLANCHIN / BLANCHING / BLANCH

BLENDIN

BLIND EYE

BOOBERRY

BURN SIDE

BURNED INSIDE

BYE GOLD

C

CAESAR ATBASH VIGENERE / MULTILEVELMARK

CARD

CARYN

CIPHERTOLOGY

CLONE / TYRONE / PAPER JAM

CONSPIRACY

CRAY CRAY

CRYPTOGRAM CODEX

CURSE WITTEBANE

CURSED

D

DEATH

DEER TEETH

DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION

DIONARAP

DIPPER

DIPPY FRESH

DISCO GIRL / BABBA

DISNEY / MICKEYMOUSE

DISPENSE MY TREAT

DIVORCE / BREAKUP

DORITO / NACHO / CHIP

DUCHESS APPROVES / THE DUCHESS APPROVES

DUCKTECTIVE

E

EASTER EGG

EMMALINE BUTTERNUBBINS

EUCLID / SCALENE / SCRIMBLES

EUCLYDIA

EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES

F

FAMILY MATTERS

FBI / CIA / NSA

FILBRICK

FIXINIT1

FORD / SIXER / STANFORD

FORDTRAMARINE

FORGET THE PAST

FUCK / SHIT / BITCH / SLUT / SEX

FUCK YOU ALEX

G

GIDEON

GIFFANY

GLASS SHARD BEACH

GLOBNAR

GOD / HELP ME / SAVE ME / FRILLIAM

GOODNIGHT SALLY

GRAVITY FALLS

GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK

GUN / THE GUN

H

HAROLDS RAMBLINGS

HECTORING

HEY NERD

HISTORY

HOLOGRAM

HORROR / CREEPYPASTA / ANALOG HORROR

HOTXOLOTL

HOW WILL I DIE / WHEN WILL I DIE

I

IM STILL ON YOUR MIND

IRREGULAR

IS HELL REAL

IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE

J

JOURNAL 1

JOURNAL 2

JOURNAL 3

JUST BLEND IN

JUST FIT IN

K

KINGS OF NEW JERSEY

KOOK

KUBRICK

L

L IS REAL 2401

LIAR LYRE

LIES

LIFE

LOVE / BOYFRIEND / LONELY

LOVE YA BRO

M

MABEL

MASON

MATH / GREECE / SHAPES / GREEK / PLATO / GEOMETRY

MCGUCKET / FIDDLEFORD / OLD MAN MCGUCKET

MEOW / MEOW WOW

MONSTER

MORALITY

MOUNTAIN DONT

MYSTERY

MYSTERY SHACK

N

NAITSUAF

NO

NOT A PHASE

NOTHING

O

OCCURREMUS ITERUM

OH YES THEY BOTH

ONE EYED KING

OROBOROUS

OWL TROWEL

P

PACIFICA

PAPER IS BOOK SKIN

PEAK

PINATA

PINES

PLATINUM PAZ

PORTAL

Q

QUESTION

R

R34LITY

RAT

REALITY

RIDDLE

ROBBIE

RUBBERHOSE

S

SCARY / SPOOKEMUPS / SPOOKY

SCIENTOLOGY

SEASON 1 / SEASON -1

SEASON 2

SEASON 3

SEVEN EYES

SEVERAL TIMES

SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA

SKELETON

SKIBIDI / FORTNITE / ELON / CRYPTO / DOGE / GYATT / RIZZ

SOMETHING

SOOS

SORRY

STAN / STANLEY PINES / STAN PINES / STANLEY

STOD EHT TCENNOC

SUCK IT MERLIN

T

TAD STRANGE

TANTRUM

THE BOOK OF BILL / BOOK OF BILL

THE DUCHESS APPROVES

THEORY / MATPAT

THERAPRISM

THEYLL SEE / THEYLL ALL SEE / I SEE

TINSEL SNAKE

TITANS BLOOD

TJECKLEBURG

TOBY DETERMINED

TORTURE MENTALLY

TOURIST TRAP

TRIANGLE

TRIGONOMETRY

U

UNIONMADE

UNIVERSE

UNREALITY

V

VALLIS CINERIS

VIRUS

W

WADDLES

WEIRD

WEIRDMAGEDDON

WELL WELL WELLBEING

WENDY

WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT

WHO ARE YOU

X

XGQRTHX

XYLER / CRAZ

Y

YES

YOU CANT KILL AN IDEA

YOURE INSANE

Will update if more are found

[wolsalwastaken]

So, as you do, I was on the new version of thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and I’ve figured out every. Single. Secret. Code. I. Could.

Now with the help of the community, I am expanding this list! Please post passwords in the comments sections or reblog if I have not yet mentioned them! You will, of course, receive credit for your discoveries! Nerds unite! At the very bottom, you will find a full list of citations I used for the passwords. Any password that is un-cited is one I found myself :)

Spoilers for this version of the website, but I’m mainly posting this as I know it’ll be gone soon. Keep reading at your own discretion, as these are spoilers if you wanted to solve it yourself.

This post will continually be updated as I find new codes and ciphers to solve and new passwords, stay tuned as this is a masterpost of this iteration of the website!

So, here’s all the places to click on screen for Easter eggs:

And here’s a list of all the different passcodes I’ve found to work on the computer. If multiple words are listed it’s because they activate the same thing. Brackets are not part of the pswd. (c) means that the person I learnt it from is listed below. If there is no (c), then I found it.

Cipher

Triangle (click 3 times)

Bill/Bill Cipher

Stanford/Ford/Sixer

Fiddleford/McGucket

Filbrick

Mason

Dipper (click 5 times)

Mabel (click 12 times)

Wendy

Robbie

Gideon (2 possible results)

The Book Of Bill

Alex Hirsch/Hirsch

Monster

Mystery Shack

TJ Eckleburg

Hey nerd

Divorce/breakup

Theraprism

Soos

Disney/mickey mouse/disneyland (c)

Hectoring

Axolotl

Stanley/Stan (click 8 times)

Gravity Falls

Pines

Geometry/algebra/math/greek/greece/trigonometry/shape (c)

Conspiracy

God/help me/frlliam (c)

Triangle

Ducktective

Waddles

Morality

Portal

Love/boyfriend

(Literally any word of profanity, i.e sex or fuck)/Ted Cruz (c)

Death

Dorito/chip/nacho (c)

Skeleton

Life

Weird

Reality

The universe

Baby/baby bill/lalalalala/mommy/daddy (c)

Rat

Urban legends/horror/creepypasta (c)

Blind eye

Crypto/NFT/gyatt/skibidi/fortnite/Elon/rizz (c)

Journal 3

Journal 2

Journal 1

Theory/that’s just a/matpat (c)

Question

Answer

Piñata

FBI/NSA

Blendin Blandin

Abuelita

Weirdmageddon

Toby Determined

History

Sorry

Cursed

They’ll see/they’ll all see/I see

Cryptogram codex

Curse wittebane

Fordtramarine

Disco girl

Ad astra per aspera

Forget the past

Torture mentally

Hotxolotl

Scrimbles

Lies

Paper is book skin

Euclid

Dionarap (c)

Booberry (c)

Unreality (c)

Vallis cineris (c)

Caryn

Euclydia (c)

Scalene (c)

Even his lies are lies (c)

Stodehttcennoc (c)

Emmalinebutternubbins (c)

Dispense my treat

Just fit in (c)

Nothing

Something

Ciphertology (click 2 times)

Well well well being (c) (click 4 times)

One eyed king (c)

Titans blood (c)

Blanchin (c)

Suck it merlin (c)

Tantrum (c)

You can’t kill an idea (c)

Kook (c)

Naitsuaf (c)

Oroborous (c)

Giffany (click 6 times)

Who are you (c)

R34lity

Fixinit1

Love ya bro (c)

Tad strange (c)

Liar lyre (c)

Xgqrthx (c)

Peak (c)

Platinum peak (c)

Glass shard beach (c)

Cray cray (c)

Deer teeth (c)

Season 1 (c)

Season 2 (c)

Season 3 (c)

Gun (c)

Irregular (c)

Seven eyes (c)

Xyler/Craz (c)

Yes (c)

Justblendin (c)

Black sheep (c)

Baaaa (c)

Union made (c)

29121239168518 (c)

Grebley hemberdreck (c)

3466554 (c)

Tinsel snake (c)

333 sun dapple lane cozy creek IL 60714-94611 (c)

Mountain don't (c)

Riddle (c)

Burnside (c)

No (c)

Llib (c)

When will I die (c) (click once a day)

Clone/paper jam/Tyrone (c)

Multilevel Mark (c)

Goodnight Sally (c)

Tourist trap (c)

The duchess approves (c)

Scientology (c)

Meow (c)

Shave your grandma (c)

Burned inside (c)

Sevral times (c)

Easter egg (c)

Oh yes they both (c)

Kings of new jersey (c)

Destruction is a form of creation (c)

Fuck you Alex/fuck Alex (c)

Rubberhose (c)

Am I blanchin (c)

Card (c)

Bye gold (c)

Globnar (c)

Kubrick (c)

Not a phase (c)

Virus (c)

Spookemups (c)

You're insane (c)

Owl trowl (c)

L is real 2401 (c)

Occurremus iterum (c)

Family matters (c)

Harold’s ramblings (c)

Is hell real (c)

Is there an afterlife (c)

Dippy Fresh (c)

Justblendin (c)

Here’s a link to the entire 15 minute video of me going over all the Easter eggs and codes, so if you don’t wanna bother doing it (fair) then here ya go! Had to post via Instagram because no other social media lets me post long videos, oh well. (As I find more codes, I may make a part 2 video of me solving those on video)

Link here (part 1)

Credits/sources:

@sage-nebula (Dionarap, vallis cineris)

@dottyistired (Booberry, unreality)

@vlada-elya (Ted Cruz)

@cloudofcaffeine (Euclydia, Scalene)

@putadapower (Even his lies are lies, oroborous)

@dippers101 (Stodehttcennoc, emmalinebutternubbins)

@ren-is-real (Just fit in)

@hopefully-maybe-abby (I see)

@towacletruck (Well well well being, one eyed king, titans blood, blanchin, suck it merlin, tantrum, you can’t kill an idea, kook)

@cskv11 (Naitsuaf)

@eazy-peazy54 (Breakup, gyatt, who are you, r34lity, fixinit1, love ya bro, tad strange, liar lyre, xgqrthx, giffany, peak, platinum pas, glass shard beach, cray cray, help me, deer teeth, lalalalala, season 1, season 2, season 3, Mickey Mouse, gun, irregular, horror, creepy pasta, seven eyes, yes, trigonometry, xyler, craz, justblendin, black sheep, baaaa, skibidi, Fortnite, union made, 29121239168518, grebley hemberdreck, 3466554, tinsel snake, 333 sun dapple lane cozy creek IL 60714-94611, mountain don't, burnside, riddle, no, llib, when will I die, Elon, clone, multilevel mark, goodnight sally, paper jam, tyrone, tourist trap, the duchess approves, shape, meow, scientology, shave your grandma, nacho, rizz, daddy, mommy, burned inside, sevral times, easter egg, oh yes they both, kings of new jersey, destruction is a form of creation, rubber hose, card, am I blanchin, fuck you Alex, fuck Alex, fuck you, bye gold, nsa, globnar, Disneyland, Kubrick, not a phase, virus, spookemups, that's just a, you're insane, owl trowel, L is real 2401, occurremus iterum, frilliam, family matters, Matpat, Harold’s ramblings)

@delusionalpaper (Is hell real, is there an afterlife)

@thisisnotawebsitedotcom-com (Dippy fresh)

@/soldofficialyt on YouTube, Justblendin

HUGE shoutout to @eazy-peazy54 for providing so many codes! Seriously, thank you so much for your amazing post compiling them!

[necroromantics]

Do you have any headcannons about Eyeless Jack or even Laughing Jack by chance? :0] For Cryptpasta

HI YES I DO

EYELESS JACK

- He's 6'3 in his typical form, but as he gets hungrier, his body shifts into a more demonic and beastly form. At his peak, he's about 6'7-6'8

- Jack is sort of like a host for the demon Chernobog. He needs to feed it to keep it contained. If he starves it by not giving it proper sustenance (living things, human organs give the most sustenance), then Chernobog will "take over" and cause Jack to go absolutely feral

- He can see pretty well in his typical form. His vision is just muddied and he's colour-blind

- The more beastly/hungry he gets, the worse his sight gets. When hes at his peak, he can't see shit and acts completely on instinct

- He is a huge geek. Very interested in classic literature, maths, sciences, and especially medicine

- Jack was a college student before he got sacrificed, and was working hard to become a doctor

- After his transformation, he began to really look into herbal medicine and started to use the plants around the forest in his medical practices for the other Creeps

- He's very good at fishing, but he fishes like a bear. Jack will jump into the water and catch fish in his mouth. He hates it, but he's more efficient like that than with a rod

- He grew up in a very religious household, which made him very atheist and anti-religion as he grew up

- As a teenager, he was very into things like politics, anarchism, video games, rock music, anything he could to rebel against his parents. He eventually grew out of it and mellowed down

- Jack was always a very intelligent and wise person. But he found himself so angry all the time, and isolated from his peers

- He experiences a lot of guilt now for his anger. He never wanted to hurt anyone, and after losing everything, Jack quickly realized that all he wanted was to make peace with the world

- When he turned into a demon, he felt like the only thing he could grasp was God. He has a very complicated relationship with religion, but its all he has left

- Even after everything, he's at God's mercy. Always rebelling

LAUGHING JACK

- He was human once, back around in the 1930s

- Jack was a serial killer who worked as a clown for a travelling circus

- "The Laughing Jack" was his stage name, he wore all black and white, mixing the traditional clown costumes with the mime act. He only ever talked to children, and would immediately go mute as soon as an adult was in hearing range

- Everybody knew he was a little bit strange. He was irritable, off-putting, didn't quite understand boundaries or when he was going too far. Parents thought his torment of their children was just apart of some sick act, but his coworkers knew it wasn't

- LJ would lure in children from parks or their yards and murder them right before his circus was about to leave the next morning. He wasn't careful at all, very messy and thoughtless

- This carelessness eventually led to his arrest, and he hung himself in prison

- He's actually technically a Zalgo proxy, because Zalgo is the one who granted him an afterlife as a ghost of sorts after his death

- But he always does his own thing. He targets who he wants, talks to who he wants. And it's almost always strictly children.

- Laughing Jack tends to target the boys more than the girls. Nobody really knows why

- He's generally a fun, goofy guy outside of the creepiness and he likes a good classic prank. But once the mask drops, he's very brooding and sinister, and has a tendency to make everyone around him uncomfortable

[rayshippouuchiha]

My God Ray have you seen the leaks for the latest JJK chapter? I'M SCREAMING??

Alright alright, so, Spoilers ahead in case you haven't and want to avoid this ask (or in case you do answer and your voidlings want to avoid spoilers)

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JIN IS SUKUNA'S TWIN BROTHER THAT SUKUNA ATE WHILE STILL IN THE WOMB??? The fact that KENJAKU of all people ended up as Sukuna's fucking SIBLING-IN-LAW LMAO I'M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD

Also it makes me laugh so much that Sukuna is beefing with his 15/16 years old nephew, but honestly? Peak uncle energy, if my sister had a kid I'd be beefing with them 24/7 as well ngl

BUT ALSO YUJI HITTING SOMETHING LIKE 8 CONSECUTIVE BLACK FLASHES? BREAKING NANAMI'S RECORD?? AND INO USING NANAMI'S WEAPON AND ACTUALLY HITTING SUKUNA??? I just know that Nanamin is watching them from the Afterlife and is feeling so damn proud of his kids 😭😭😭

AND YUJI CONFIRMED HAVING SUKUNA'S SHRINE CT? Yuji GOATdori coming in WITH A STEEL CHAIR 🙏🙏🙏

AND we don't have a break next week! I'm so hyped!! GEGE KEEP COOKING 🗣🗣🗣

OH god yeah I follow the leaks every week and this week was wild. For a bit there we thought the Sukuna-Yuji Twin Theory had been confirmed and I was just like YESSS Sukuna's beef was just the Cain Instinct all along!!

But then they dropped that it was a translation error and said it was Jin instead but either way it makes it 1000% more hilarious how much Sukuna just fucking can't stand Yuji.

Spent the whole chapter scared for Ino though, can't lie. I don't trust Gege not to kill him or Choso every time they on page.

But yes yes yes Itadori "Left, Right, Good-fucking-night" Yuji is back in the house with all those Black Flashes and it was glorious

[hades-in-bloom]

‘Till Death Do Us Part, Pt. 2 | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: Leon disappeared on his wedding day—until he was finally found.

contents & warnings: am cursed with fluff, assumed older Leon, assumed age gap (could be none though), mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of death, reader could be any gender, Leon behaving like an ass because he can’t handle feelings, kisses, no mentions of y/n

author’s note: I had no idea how it would end until it ended; proceed at your own risk.

all works in this blog are intended for 18+ audience

comments are appreciated <3

xoxo

***

Leon spat blood and attempted to turn his head around, mildly squinting because of the palpable pain in the back of his skull. Shit, he grunted. Shit, shit, shit. The man cursed through the pain in his broken ribs and the soreness of the bruises that seemed to cover every inch of his body.

Who knew a quick work trip from New York to Washington, D.C., the day before your betrothal would be a nasty idea?

“You knew, you overworked dumbass,” Leon muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, cracked and hoarse. Everything that happened to him was precisely what Kennedy should have expected after the mission brief that Hunnigan delivered last night.

While he was getting out from under the wreckage of the D.S.O. helicopter, you must have been worried sick, all glammed up and dressed in your beautiful wedding gown. You didn’t let Leon take a peak at it before the ceremony, and now he regretted it—after all, he has never been too superstitious; will he even make it home tonight? At this moment, the man had no presumption if the ceremony would happen. Right now, he ran thin against the chances of making it out alive from his trouble.

Leon quickly searched for other survivors of the incident, but he found only corpses instead. Again. That seemed to be his thing—to be the last man standing; however, this peculiarity of his character has never brought as much peace to Leon as others would like it to.

It could bring peace to you, though, as by the end of this night, you might still have a fiancé to marry if he gets lucky.

Leon took time to bandage his right leg with pieces of his shirt as it bled heavily, almost dripping onto the ground. If he loses too much blood, he will collapse right there—and then you will haunt him in the afterlife, as you promised some time ago. Not that he didn't want to spend eternity with you, but it was way too soon for his liking.

Leon wasn't sure how long did it take to reach the highway, walking through the woodlands.

He passed out as soon as one of the cars slowed down next to him, answering the man's heavy gesturing from the roadside.

***

Your phone rang in the middle of the night, but you were wide awake.

“Yes, Ingrid?” you replied, audibly drenched and tired and lacking sleep for the past few days. You—or anyone—haven't heard back from Leon in a week, and you started losing your mind. You didn't want to prepare yourself for the worst; you really didn't.

“He's in a hospital in Delaware,” Hunnigan kept her tone professional, although it wasn't enough to hide her excitement. You covered your mouth with your hand, suddenly feeling dizzy. “He's badly hurt but alive. I'll send a D.S.O. ‘copter to pick you up—you are his emergency contact, after all.” You could hear Ingrid smiling. “Over and out.”

Hunnigan has already hung up—and you still couldn't breathe.

***

You rushed up the stairs to the second floor, not caring about using the slowest elevator on Earth—at least, that's how you perceived the hospital’s one; for the past week waiting on Leon to get back home, you had no patience left.

He briefly flinched in a hospital bed when you burst into his ward. You were so mad at him before—and suddenly you weren't, looking at how he's devouring a local chocolate pudding, a spoon still in his mouth when his eyes trained on you.

You felt a wave of relief washing over your body, and you finally felt it—he was alive. Despite all the odds, he came back to you.

“You bastard,” you whined anyway, keeping a weird distance. You might have been afraid of squeezing him too hard so the numerous droppers he was connected to would fall off.

Leon finally took a spoon out from between his lips, the lower one visibly split after the accident.

“Do I know you?” he tilted his head, watching you. You blinked in silence; only Kennedy’s heart rate monitor was beeping, its frequency increasing. After what you both went through, did he actually come back to you?

You didn't have time to say a word when one of the nurses walked into the room. She was in her sixties, looking at you like a proud aunt would.

“Oh, isn't it the lovely lady you've been telling me about,” she chirped, looking at Leon.

This was when you noticed a loving smirk growing on his face.

You took a deep breath, taking a step towards your dear fiancé.

“You are so lucky that you were dying a good second ago, Kennedy,” you groaned when he caught your wrist, almost desperately kissing you after you were pulled closer. You had no idea where his strength for this movement was coming from—but you could still feel a taste of a hospital-provided chocolate pudding on his lips.

***

[heavensanjis]

hear ye, this wretched sailor’s wish

pairing: eustass kidd x f!reader

warnings: none, slightly suggestive at the end

word count: 1.8k words

a/n: fluff and very little dialogue, the 1st half is set on the night of the banquet after the wano battle & the 2nd half is set 6 months after wano! hope you like it

div cr - @/v6que

eustass kidd was a man of many vices - prone to anger, competitive to a fault, loud, explosive and a foul mouthed sailor.

he never cared for his vices, what? like no one else has one or two of those. what he wouldn’t do is come clean about them or his feelings.

grumbling, kicking rocks kidd returns to the shore where victoria was anchored. luffy had become the new emperor of the sea, something beyond wanting to take him down gnawed at him, something he kept waving off but eventually caught up to him faster than he could run.

“gee someone seems a little down in spirits” you snicker, looking back at eustass from where you were sitting, facing the waves.

kidd looked up ready to bark a snippy remark, only for his words to lose their footing when he sees your face, illuminated by the full moon, bouncing off the waves and coloring you in a midnight’s blue. a sickeningly sweet desire blooms in his chest as he takes you in, toes buried inside the sand, the soft night breeze brushing against your face, your hair gently swaying to a long lost sailor’s tune.

kidd is rarely ever lost for words, ready to throw a cuss out at the very least but every time he senses your presence he feels like his tongue has been tied into a cherry knot, his usual flirtation around women reduced to old bygone tales.

“wanna join me for a drink cap’n?” you say and he feels harshly brought back to his current reality, embarrassed that he had been gawking at you like a lovesick teenager.

kidd responds in a mix of grunts and low grumbles as he sits next to you and you hand him a mug of liquor. his hand brushes against yours as you hand him the mug and he almost swears at the nauseating warmth spreading from your touch on his fingers. sailors are foul mouthed brutes, pirates even more so, the stench of sweat and blood following them into the afterlife, this wasn’t the time to be distracted or to indulge in a luxury like you.

the banquet was long over and the silence of the once bustling town washed over the two of you. it wasn’t unpleasant being with kidd, while he was loud, he wasn’t chatty or a rambler, but he never turned down a genuine attempt at a conversation.

“so where to next cap’n?” you ask, your head resting on your forearms as you look to your side, your eyes slightly hooded from the buzz but still with your trademark glint that shot arrows that hurt way harder than any hit he has taken in battle.

“i don’t know lassie, our log poses seem fuckin broken but killer says to give it a day or two” he says looking at the sea in front of him, a silent permanent reminder that he will set out from the land of wano one day, you two will go on your separate adventures.

almost as if you could read his thoughts and feel his disappointment, you decide to pull his leg a little.

“it was great seeing big mom kick your ass” a giggle leaving your lips and while the words would’ve normally made kidd’s blood boil, he couldn’t help but also laugh as he saw the utter lack of malice on your face.

“yeah well, ya didn’t seem to be faring any better either bonnie” kidd says with a small smile while his eyes never left yours, indulging in the heat that crawls into his ribs.

the night was overtaken by the flow of your occasional giggles, laughs and conversations until the sun peaked slowly from the horizon, a row of empty bottles in a crate next to the two of you. the scent of the sea and alcohol on your breaths as you two relaxed into a comfortable side hug. kidd’s fingers traced circles on your biceps while softly humming a tune from his hometown, one he’d often say “gots all the lassies runnin’ with their knickers off” the memory making your nose crinkle as you tried to bite back a smile.

it had been months since your crew allied with the heart and kidd pirates and brought down kaido & big mom. kidd was a frequent visitor in your mind on slow days of sailing, you missed him especially when usopp played the ukulele, the tune similar to the one he’d hum, one that usopp said his ma taught him from a far away land.

as your crew docked at an island to restock on supplies, you volunteered to scout for information as each member set off with their respective duties.

you walked through the streets, stalls of flowers and fresh produce lined up, you just knew sanji was going to be giddy like a child at a toy store at the sight. you chuckled, thinking about your crew’s idiosyncrasies, you were all a little odd in different ways but you couldn’t have asked for a more exhilarating adventure as one with them.

your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a gun pressed against your back and you notice two other men staring at you with their hands on their weapons, a silent warning to obey. your interest was piqued, what could these three civilians want from you when you docked here barely 30 minutes ago?

“i’m listening” you say quietly to break the silence.

“glad you’re not making things difficult for us, we just need to ask you a few questions and you’re free to go” the man behind you says, you nod as you mentally calculate how you can get away in case the situation grew beyond your abilities.

the men lead you to an alleyway and you’re caged with no escape as two men block you on either side and you’re faced with the man who held a revolver to your back.

“hurry up with the questions darlin’ i don’t have the habit of meeting strange men in alleyways, hurts the rep ya know” you remark, amused at the situation.

“save the snide y/n, we need information on the whereabouts of nico robin. she’s one of you guys right? we’ll win a sweet ticket to paradise with all that money when we hand her to the navy. now, where is she? where are you hiding her?”

oh so that’s what they wanted, this was a pretty common occurrence since your group grew in name, ruffians and hooligans aiming for robin’s head along with the navy. it deeply upset you and you could only imagine how robin felt living with this.

in one swift movement, you twisted the arm of the man around you and used the momentum to knock him into the other man, two down, one left. you turn around and before you could fight him, you see him charging towards you with a knife, its too late to guard yourself with armament haki. ‘this is it’ you think. you close your eyes to brace for the impact but it never came.

“closing yer eyes during a fight isn’t very smart of you lassie” your eyes shot open to trace the familiar voice to eustass ‘captain’ kidd holding the man up in the air with one arm, the knife long discarded on the floor. before you could reply, kidd threw the man towards the direction you sent the other two with an indifferent look on his face.

you didn’t look away even for a second, his eyes softened meeting yours and a lazy smile rested on his lips. an indescribable feeling surged through you, your heart beat wildly and your tongue felt thick in your mouth. it had been months, but kidd’s presence made it feel like no time had passed at all, ridding away the pangs of yearning that had festered in your heart.

it was all a haze, your feet moved in a quick walk towards kidd, his smile fell as he watched you in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. without warning you crash your lips against his, his hands moved to your waist, reciprocating after the initial surprise. one of kidd’s hands moved to cup your cheek, his teeth slyly grazing your bottom lip, immediately swiping his tongue after, unraveling your need for him slowly, meeting you with passion of his own.

killer’s cough interrupts your quick passionate exchange and the two of you pull away just the slightest bit.

“i’m going ahead to the restaurant, the crew found an inn to stay at tonight” killer said, leaving the two of you in the alleyway alone again.

kidd opened his eyes to look at you and the sight that met him was enough to make the worst sinner repent and change his ways, it was enough for him to consider believing in a god. there has to be one with how beautiful you looked with your hazy eyes filled with desire and your puffy lips parted, ready for the taking.

your grip on his shirt tightens as you curl your head into his chest, inhaling the smell of the sea, booze and a light musky floral scent.

“stop sniffin me ya perv” kidd murmurs into your hair, placing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“i don’t know how many months i’ll have to wait to smell this again, so might as well take my chance” you chuckle, your voice just above a whisper but filled with longing.

kidd lifts your face to look at him, his eyes searching your face for something intently as you look at him in confusion.

“i love ya bonnie….loved you since the first time you had my back on the battlefield, loved you since you told me about your collection of pokemon cards while i got an injection for my wounds..i missed you lassie” kidd whispers, the gap between you two, a fragile space where these vulnerable words of the fearsome eustass captain kidd could exist.

“i love you too kidd, i’ve missed you so much these months, ya don’t even know. you’re all i’ve thought about and that’s not good when you’re fighting for your life!” you giggle at the end “…but i wouldn’t have it any other way, i love you” you stand on your tip toes and place a chaste kiss on his nose and he crinkles his nose in response with a smile that's all teeth.

“oh don’t tempt me lass, we have to make up for lost time and i have a feeling i won’t be able to let you go if you keep this up” kidd looks down at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

you reach up to kidd’s ears and whisper

“make me yours cap’n”

do not repost pls! likes and reblogs are appreciated. have a nice day/night!

[theamityelf]

(TW: Korekiyo's backstory)

Korekiyo's sister is alive when he first starts at Hope's Peak Academy.

He mentions her often: When he is allowed to ramble for long enough about something he's been studying, he will often say, "Sister will be fascinated," or "Sister will be pleased."

He speaks of her especially frequently around Angie. With Angie, he speaks of his sister with the regularity of a married man preoccupied with fears of having an affair.

Because of this (as well as her own skills at getting people to open up), Angie knows more about Korekiyo's sister than any of their classmates. Enough to be concerned, though her own experiences with misguided devotion to manipulative people keep her from acting on it. She would rather remain a friend for Korekiyo than give him a reason to pull away from the people who care about him.

When Korekiyo's sister dies, he goes to Angie first.

He cries with his head in her lap, and she strokes his hair. She talks to him a little. He doesn't say anything. Eventually, she lets the silence grow, staring out the window at the evening sky.

“Angie,” Korekiyo finally says, in a small voice.

“Hm?” Her hand stills, but then he squirms slightly, so she resumes stroking his hair. “Yes, Kiyo?”

“When you die, do you think you’ll go to the same place as Sister?”

Angie hums quietly. Truthfully, as much as she knows that she is not above sin, she can’t imagine what trajectory her life would have to take to land her in the same afterlife as Korekiyo’s sister. She says a silent prayer for forgiveness, and a prayer for the sister’s wellbeing. God will take care of her, wherever she is. “I don’t think so.”

Korekiyo sighs. It's hard to tell whether it's disappointment or relief. “Will I?”

She keeps stroking his hair. “I don’t know where you’ll go when you die. But I know that you’ve always made your sister proud, and I’m sure she’ll be proud to know you’re studying things you’re passionate about.”

“Who do you think will share the same afterlife with her?”

Can she think of such a troubled soul? 

Maybe she answers, "Angie will have to ask God about that." And, "Are you worried she'll be lonely?"

And Korekiyo shivers. Nods.

"You don't have to worry. There are lots of people for her to meet. And if she's anything like Kiyo, she'll make lots of friends."

Or maybe Angie thinks of a person, names a name, only realizing later what Korekiyo was really asking.

[cyberrat]

(Overlord AU)

Angel is use to Val telling him to get handsy with potential clients, but Husk keeps brushign him off while still treating him NICELY. But every once in a while Angel can just peak the faintest hint of a blush under Husk's fur whenever his slender hand brushes along the shorter gentleman's waist. And knowing he's getting a rise out of him (albet a TANTALIZINGLY slow rise) has Angel more worked up than he realizes (That's normal right? He just wants to be good at his job. It's not like he's starting to care for the old tomcat, with his gentle paws and sharp grin and sexy rumbly voice)

When Husk finally FINALLY leads him away to a secluded area, Angel's practically VIBRATING at the prospects of getting railed within an inch of his afterlife. But Husk immediately drops to his knees, braces one of those long spider legs over his shoulder and starts lapping at that spider cock like he's been offered a four course meal. By the end of it Husk has to pretty much brace Angel against the wall with his shoulders to keep him standing.

I. Am. Losing. My. Goddamn. Mind.

Yes! This is PERFECT!

It is EXACTLY what I‘m thinking 😩🙏

Like Angel is too fucking stunned to speak when Husk suddenly drops down and lifts his leg. Maybe he‘s wearing a skirt that night and Husky pauses for a second, claws dragging through Angel‘s fur, taking in the sight before muttering: „…easy access.“

Cause of course Angel isn‘t wearing any panties.

And Husk doesn‘t know what he‘s exactly working with but there are two delicious little holes that contract under his touch and he‘s no fucking idiot okay? So he starts lapping at them gently…

Until Angel‘s little spider cock starts to emerge from one of them. And isn‘t that just SO INTERESTING?!?! Husk can work with that. Absolutely.

So he focuses his attention on Angel‘s dick, all the while Angel just presses his hands against his mouth, trying to remain quiet, his whole body *shaking* from the sensation.

Like he fucks. He fucks *daily*. But what Husk is doing is some next level shit and he feels like he *is* going to piss any second because that orgasm that is brewing is downright frightening.

[cadmusfly]

Inspired by the rambling I did on @impetuous-impulse ‘s posts I had an inkling of a marshalate fic idea that I probably won’t write because it has a bit of conceptual overlap with Night At The Marshalate and I need to poke that

But basically some kind of surreal dreamlike fic where Napoleon and the marshals are in a strange fairytale afterlife where their personas and appearances are shaped by their legacies and historical viewpoints, and the disconnect between that and how they remember themselves to be and yeah that’s another layer of inaccurate interpretation via me but we need to cut off that infinite regression

But also, and historical RPF shippingness ahead:

Napoleon would be grandiose, short, a towering conqueror, statuesque and beautiful but also monstrous and hungry

And you contrast this with Lannes who was struck down in his prime as the Roland or Achilles of the Grande Armee, a knight-hero beloved and flattened into bravery and tragedy

But even if Napoleon is an ogre or a tyrant or a beast or a mythologised marble statue, this knight-hero Lannes will follow him loyally even into the night

(And then you have Roi Nicolas Soult characterised by a slanderous tortured ambition, holding a crowned laughing mask over his scowling face

Fiery Ney burning forever in defiance, and how he haunts those who outlived him, a veritable Marley in chains of bravery and honour-

Haunting the “little drummer boy” Victor of the sunny face and guilty mind

Scintillating Murat who has been characterised as a foppish idiot who didn’t know what to do with power, looking into cracked mirrors

I could keep going on but look weird dreamlike fairytales is a genre I enjoy way too much)

And yes this is also inspired by fgo napoleon I think Murat is peak Rider and Lannes is peak Saber

[ghostbsuter]

"What exactly are halfas?" Constantine asks, cigarette lit and leaning against the table.

They were in the justice league, having attended a meeting previously and now just lazed around.

Batman loses focus on his laptop screen and openly looks at the two, interested.

Green Lantern, Hal, jerks up at the question, looking between everyone still in the room and trying (and failing) to seem uninterested.

Zatara is glaring daggers at Constantine's back, eyes narrowed.

While flash had no context, having just arrived back with his food to sit with the rest, he appropriately tenses as well, from just one glance around the room.

Superman and Wonder woman aren't different from batman, not as discreet as some are trying to be and just staring at the two.

Slightly amused, Danny decided to entertain the question.

"Unlike ghosts and the undead, halfas are created and not born." He explains, looking at the man when he writes it down.

Who knew the infinity realm were this closed off that John Constantine had to get information from the source itself just to keep updated?

"Care to elaborate?"

Clicking his tongue, he does so.

"Halfas get created during extreme circumstances, it has to be right place, right time and correct amount of ectoplasm." Danny catches the lollipop that Batman throws at him, sending the bat a quick smile.

"Not everyone can become a halfa, our race is a rarity amongst the dead."Constantine raises a brow, pursing his lips. "There are only 3 of you right? Is that a normal amount in the realms?"

Another click. "No, thousands of years ago, when our kind reached its peak of over hundreds of people, Pariah Dark happened."

He briefly shares a glance with Martian Manhunter, he wonders if anyone here sent out a message of phantom story time? Why were they all lounging around?

"It was genocide. He killed off an entire species just because he felt threatened." He shrugs.

Constantine jolts, eyes clear as if he'd just connected the dots.

"So his downfall wasn't only because of rights of conquest but— the reason no one joined nor fought between you and the old King was because it was a revenge kill."

Danny ponders the words over, nodding. Yeah that sounds right.

"Many aren't surprised that Pariah Dark went berserk. It was kind of predictable, considering his soul was brought to the Infinity Realms after he'd died in the Phantom Zone as you know it."

Hal straightens up, Batman tenses and Diana leans forward.

"This previous King of yours– he was a past prisoner of Aethyr's Mind?"

The halfa nods, uncertain now that he'd stumbled upon unknown territory.

"Yes, the Phantom Zone and the Infinity Realms are sister spaces. Were you not aware?"

They were not, he quickly finds out.

Fumbling with his words, mind working overdrive as he sorts through information, he speaks again. "They are the two sides of the same coin, Phantom Zone being non-habitable while the Ghost Zone is filled with unalive."

He briefly struggles with his words, genuinely taken off guard with the lack of knowledge.

"Aethyr isn't just a being, but someone who is connected to the realm itself. Its similar to my position as King of the ghost zone." He summons his crown of ice to simple gesture.

"Besides! Phantom Zone, Zero Zone? Anti-infinite? That's literally the opposite of the Ghost Zone, the Infinite Realms!" he exclaims, throwing his hands up.

"Could you tell us more of your realm?" Superman asks, voice gentle and non threatening. "Some of us have been in the Phantom Zone, so hearing that there is a place being the complete opposite?"

The halfa nods in understanding. "Sure, why not?"

Three simple words yet everyone feels the trust put on them with such information.

"The entire realm is an ever shifting space, we categorise eith the sectors of each afterlife. From the Greeks to the Yetis and different eras."

—

(The tale of his realm lasts longer than expected, it is only when Hal started to get ready to leave does Danny address a certain area in his zone.

"The... Emerald Space is also a sector of the Infinity realm. The sector itself is formed in a sphere like form, we aren't sure what's inside since the fallen lanterns keep to themselves rather."

Hal froze, eyes catching the ghosts, and looked away again. He'd tell OA of this, but now he was going home.

Danny watched him leave and declared it down for now, free for more question the next time and left just as fast.

At least Constantine and Zatara can update their books now.)

[dclover25]

Ok so like everyone’s always going on about how the Joker is peak immoral Batman villain and needs to be killed ASAP, and yes that freak needs to be permanently stopped immediately under any means necessary

BUT

He is not the one you should be most scared of and that should have every hand on deck working to stop with any and all power possible, no that honor belongs to Professor Pyg

Because the Joker will murder, torture, SA, hell even brainwash you with torture for a laugh, but Pyg? He’ll take away everything that makes you you. He permanently alters your brain and body into something inhuman, monstrous, demonic (actually that’s all an insult to Superman, Solomon Grundy, Etrigan, they at least have thought)

Pyg fundamentally takes everything from you

The Joker can take your life in hellishly painful ways or leave you with mental and physical scars that are incapable of fully healing, he can brainwash, but as seen with Tim he’s not effective at fully breaking you, there’s a chance of escape even after the damage has been done

Pyg doesn’t just alter your mind, he alters your brain, your body, your face with physical precision that would take magic or time travel to fix, he leaves nothing of you and you can’t even have the peace of an afterlife or knowledge that you slip into the ether to stop existing, he uses the remnants of your body for his purposes

If your lucky you’ll get to be like Scarlet and only lose your physical identity, most of his victims don’t get that

There are much worse things then pain and death

[alexandia03]

Inkpot Gods?? I'm listening 👂👂👂

Ahhh, yes. This is my baby project that started as a little joke and spiralled into me planning a spin-off fic for Memento Vivere. It is still in the early stages and I had a separate post prepared for this but...

Inkpot Gods will be a collection of stories about the other Cardulo-Tavis idiots I absolutely fell in love with (and everyone gave them a warm welcome so far so...). The first chapter already has 3K words and unlike with MV, I have no idea where I am going with this story. It will mostly be a place where I will throw all the stories and flashback scenes I come up with about Braelyn and Derik (if I am suffering I am taking you all down with me).

And there will probably be many 'afterlife' chapters with these two watching over their younger siblings because I love to make myself suffer like that.

The title is inspired by this goddamned song from The Amazing Devil, which reminds me a lot of Braelyn and Derik's dynamic as a couple.

And now a little sneak-peak...

I look at the soldier standing closest to the bars, laughing at a joke his colleague made, paying us absolutely no mind - we are a threat they have already neutralized, in their arrogant narrow minds. But oh, I could make him throw me his sword though these bars with just a couple of words… better yet, I could make the rider next to him, a mountain of a man who is twice my size and who probably has a lame-ass fire signet, turn on his friends and kill them for me. I could do it all and even more.  “No, you couldn’t.” Derik groans and I am vaguely aware of his spectral presence squatting next to me. I don’t even know when he moved through the cell to come next to me by the cell bars. “You haven’t eaten anything since before you were captured by General Bitchgail, you haven’t slept in days… not to mention you almost drained yourself when you manipulated those two dragons yesterday.”  “Since when are you the voice of reason?” I grumble, my voice barely above a whisper and still refusing to look towards him. He is not here, not really - I know he is just a trick of my own sleep-deprived mind and the last thing I want is to draw the attention of my mom and Mrs. Tavis by arguing out-loud with this fucked-up hallucination of my dead boyfriend. 

[magewolf-the-artist]

Late Night Laments Sneak Peak

It was impressive how cold the K-9 Facility got at night. During the day it was certainly chilly, yes, but whatever warmth existed outside found ways to leak into the bunker through cracks in the aged concrete and the break room window. But at night it was positively frigid. Charles might’ve been shivering if, well… 

He cast a sad look at his hand. But… it wasn’t his, it was all wrong, everything about it was wrong. It was the Boozoo animatronic’s hand, something made of metal and plastic, cold and lifeless. The plastic casing on the palm had since fallen off, leaving the smooth endoskeleton exposed to cool night air.  

Yeah. That. 

He sighed deeply and pressed back against the wall, his eyes tracing the winding pipes and support beams branching on the ceiling. The lighting here was never great, but he was almost certain they got dimmer at night. He could barely make out any details except for the general shape. 

But back to the previous point. He could feel the cold, yes, just like he could feel the dull but ever-present ache of his existence pulsing through his being. But it felt… numbed, like his reaction was dulled to it. Was this because he was shoved into a robot? Was it because he had plenty of other things to worry about? Who knows! He certainly didn’t anymore. 

Nothing about this situation made sense. It never had. God, who knew he’d be shoved into a tin can for the rest of his… life? Afterlife? Well, either way, it was a shitty hand he was dealt. How the hell was he supposed to know when he first joined BSI four years ago that it would turn out like this? Murdered violently by Bon after discovering the horrifying truth of his friend’s disappearance, severed from his family, locked away in an underground bunker where no one could hear him, or any of them, really, scream for help.

[storiesundercandlelight]

In The Eyes of Priwen - Chapter Four

Another chapter!

Geoffrey made quick work of his journey to Evelyn's house, he could see the two lads stationed outside for the night sitting on chairs out the front. A luxury he certainly hadn't awarded to them. They stood up to greet him when he got close enough for them to be able to make him out in the lamp lit street, the air felt damp, like any moment the heavens would open up and the rain would start to fall. 

"Evening boss, everything alright?" Geoffrey was half ashamed that he couldn't remember the name of the guard who addressed him first, he was new.

"Yeah, anything here? I take it you're bein' treated as well as the lads last night?"

"Yeah Miss Evelyn had her man come out earlier with drinks and food" Geoffrey nodded before heading up the stairs, leaving the two men to sit back down. He knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by Sembene but it was Evelyn that opened the door.

"Hello, come in" She ushered Geoffrey in quickly, motioning for him to follow her into the living room and towards the desk at the back of the room.

"Your man not here tonight?"

"He was earlier but not now, I usually let him take time off, it's only me here now after all. Though he hasn't been taking any time since the attack. But now that your men are here I insisted" Geoffrey could already see an improvement, Evelyn was still dressed as casually as before, but her eyes seemed brighter, she'd clearly been sleeping these last couple of nights. "I found something"

"Yeah your note said"

"I don't actually know if it will be helpful to you but..." Evelyn leant over and picked up two brown leather journals from the desk. " My father was an explorer, hence the décor, he usually visited Egypt. Anyway before he died he became obsessed with immortality. Thomas and I just put it down to his love for Ancient Egyptian beliefs and their afterlife, but he wasn't the same in the last two years of his life" Geoffrey was beginning to wonder what any of this had to do with him, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her as he would have done with someone else like Edgar. Geoffrey realised he would probably sit and listen to her chat about anything as long as she kept her attention on him.

"Anyway it wasn't until I read his last two journals that I saw Priwen mentioned, and someone named Carl Eldridge?" Geoffrey's interest peaked at this.

"He was the former leader of Priwen, my mentor"

"My father seemed to have been meeting with him, about a weapon that can kill vampires. But later in the journal he begins talking about a club called Ascalon. They apparently reached out to him offering him immortality, I suppose I now know that means turning him into a vampire"

"Yeah it does, what weapon is mentioned?"

"Some sort of sword, the sword of a king" Geoffrey stilled for a moment. The only link to a king was the blood of Arthur that Carl had passed down to Geoffrey. Only in a time of great need was he to even consider using it to help him battle the worst of foes. But Geoffrey wasn't a fool, there was only one sword owned by a king that would be worth mentioning. "You can take them"

Geoffrey took the journals from Evelyn. "You sure?"

"Yes, you can bring them back after you're done with them and to let me know if there anything other than the ramblings of a mad man in there"

"Carl wouldn't have worked with your father if he were mad"

"My father was persuasive, even at the end he could probably talk his way out of the worst kinds of situations. Maybe he talked his way into gaining Carls help"

"You don't sound too fond of him. Your father I mean"

"I was, but he was away most of the time travelling. He'd never take me with him no matter how much I asked. My mother was determined to stick to the rules of the upper class, marry me off to someone suitable, my father knew I wouldn't have it. He used to let me get into all sorts of trouble" Evelyn smiled at the memory and now even more than before Geoffrey wanted her to keep talking.

"Your mother isn't around either?"

"No she passed first, she was sick. About 6 months later was when my father began to change. He died of a heart attack. Then it was me and Thomas. Now it's just me" She didn't say it with sadness but Geoffrey knew what it was like to be alone, you often hide the pain of it, well he certainly did.

"I know the feelin' of being the only one left" Geoffrey watched Evelyn look up at him in sympathy.

"You lost your family?"

"My father came back to Dublin a leech, killed my mother, Carl saved me and helped me hunt down Ian who was turned. That's how I ended up in Priwen" It wasn't a story Geoffrey often told, the short version was the only one he was comfortable with.

"I'm sorry"

"It was a long time ago now"

"Doesn't stop the memory from being there though" Evelyn shrugged to lighten the mood and stepped closer to Geoffrey, this close he could see the faint freckles that dotted across the bridge of her nose, the mix of greys and blues in her eyes. He realised after a moment she had been expecting him to move with her, he didn't and was now blocking her from moving away from the desk.

He cursed himself and went to move but Evelyn reached up, her hand ghosting over his jaw before gently pushing his face slightly to the side, her eyes fell on the faint scar that lined the side of his face. "How did this happen?"

"When I was younger, not so quick, leech scratched me" Evelyn met his gaze, a smile tugged at her lips. Geoffrey didn't want her hand to stop touching him, his own hand by it's own accord reached up to hold her arm in place. What was he doing? He wasn't sure himself. When Evelyn didn't react or pull away he wondered if he could lean in and kiss her, they were close enough.

But he didn't. Or he left it too long because Evelyn did move away from him, her eyes darting away from him in disappointment. Jesus he was a fool, he should have just done it.

"Thank you for coming, I hope the journals help" Her voice was quieter now, embarrassed perhaps. He didn't stop himself this time as he placed the journals back onto the desk and reached for Evelyn. He did it quick enough that he heard her take in a startled breath before he pushed his lips against hers.

Geoffrey would never claim to be the most experienced person when it came to romance but he didn't hold back from this kiss. Their lips moved easily against each other, as if this was a rhythm they had already learnt before. Evelyn's hands gripped Geoffrey's coat as they pushed closer together. He knew he could easily loose himself in this kiss, this moment, it could have perhaps been the only time in many year that Geoffrey would be willing to let himself get lost in something. For a man so devoted to Priwen and the cause, enough to be called a fanatic by many, Geoffrey in this moment wanted to be nothing more than the man kissing Evelyn.

This dance of their continued, building only more passion as they pulled and gripped at each other, Evelyn found herself backed up against the desk, Geoffrey leaning over her as their kiss grew deeper. If breathing wasn't vital Geoffrey knew he wouldn't have pulled away, but when he did they both let their heads rest against each other, their noses brushing gently as they both caught their breath.

They looked at each other then, both surprised as a small smirk pulled at both of their lips. "Lets hope your men haven't been watching through the windows" Evelyn whispered. Geoffrey hadn't even thought about it but now that he was he pulled back, his head snapping in the direction of the window, but all he could see were curtains pulled tightly across the glass.

His eyes rolled as Evelyn giggled at having tricked him. Geoffrey looked back at her, his eyes lingering on her lips a moment, wondering if he should kiss her again. God he wanted to, but the hour grew late and he knew he needed to get back to Priwen. "I want to stay but..."

"You have a job to do"

"Aye"

"Until next time then Geoffrey"

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It was hard before keeping his mind off of Evelyn but now all he could think about was their kiss, the way she felt in his arms. He'd left Evelyn's house in a stupor almost missing the goodbyes from the guards outside.

By the time he'd made it back to Priwen most of the patrols were out or sleeping, only the men by the door were awake to greet him and Philip who was nursing a glass of whiskey in the entry hall which as it stands was the only space left with any room to relax in. "So...how'd it go?" The shir eating grin was back on his face but Geoffrey found himself in too good a mood to snap back.

"Fine, she gave me her fathers journals, seems he was working with Carl"

"I never heard of that happening"

"Nor I but sure it's there, I'll read over them and see what comes of it if anything" Geoffrey took Philips glass and took a swig himself before handing it back and muttering a good night.

"Hold on! Ye aren't going to entertain an ol' man?" Philip sat forward, a knowing look on his face but Geoffrey simply shrugged.

"You'll just have to find your entertainment elsewhere, I have nothin' to share"

"Oh aye, so that smile that was on yer face as ye came through the door was a coincidence then?" Geoffrey didn't even answer he simply turned and headed for a free bed. He would deal with Philips teasing tomorrow.

[deadgirlwalking91]

sneak peak - 'Thank You for the Venom', chapter 5 🎸 🗡️

Is this gonna be a new weekly thing? Yes. Yes it is. Enjoy, legends, full chapter coming Tuesday.

***

“Oh yeah,” Lute scoffed rolling her eyes. “Like that’s any better. What if I was otherwise occupied?”

Adam let out a mighty laugh, his shoulders shaking as he slapped his desk in mirth. Blood boiling and eyebrow twitching, Lute started inching her fingers down her calf. “Sweetie. I’d bet on my afterlife that there was zero chance that you had a man in your bed last night.”

“Bold of you to assume it could have been a man,” she challenged him, finding the handle of the knife and closing around it. She could feel the situation escalating, and for once she wanted to have the upper hand against her boss. Sure, the paperwork she’d have to fill out if she did stab him would be a bitch, but it would be so worth it.

Adam choked on the sip he’d been taking from his drink. Oh, goodie. Maybe she wouldn’t need the knife after all, and natural selection would take its course. Even better, she’d likely be spared the arduous administrative work because she had nothing to do with it.

“A-ah shit, wasn’t expecting that. You know, you and Vaggie always did give me scissor sister vibes – no judgement from me, personally I think that’s hot as fuck.”