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Thinking about macdennis for too long gives me a tummy ache
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colorofmymindposts · 1 year
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I see a few people complaining about the fact that in the AMC show, Louis is an active participant in Lestat’s demise, rather than a passive witness like in the original source material. But he actually puts Lestat in his coffin?? That’s the One Request Lestat gives (in the movie and book) that Claudia and Louis  just ignore (which is doubly confirmed by Lestat’s POV in the books). A request, really a dying wish, Lestat gives in the vain hope it will help restore him, a goal neither Claudia nor Louis are eager to help him with. In fact, in the movie, Claudia mockingly says “I’ll put you in your coffin!” before proceeding to slit Lestat’s throat with a knife. And afterwards, though he’s visibly conflicted, Louis helps Claudia dispose of Lestat’s body in the way she wishes -- whereas in the show, Louis is immediately so distraught, he cannot allow Lestat’s body to be maimed any further by either himself or Claudia.  
As Daniel in the show points out, whether it was a consciously or subconsciously driven decision, Louis putting Lestat’s body in a coffin with the locks inside in a dump full of rats saves/would have theoretically saved Lestat (an action which tracks with how many Louis’ interactions with Lestat in the show Are instinctual, irrational, and seemingly counter to his best self interests). Louis saves Lestat from what would have been his certain end, otherwise. Also, Louis’ active role in Lestat’s (almost) death gives Louis infinitely more agency, and his guilt over it as a result will be So Much more juicy and personal.  
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hotdsworld · 3 months
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"So wrong but it feels so right" Kinkmas Day 9
Neteyam Sully x Fem!Reader
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A/n: before anything, this fic is DARK. Make sure to read all of the warnings before reading. All characters are always aged up. The work is dark so I'm not tagging anyone but credits for dividers - cafekitsune and for the event - neteyamsyawntu
Part 2 - here
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Word count: 2,1k
Summary: The creatures of darkness are always watching, just waiting to attack.
Warnings: 18+! NONCON, oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex, impreg (no consent) , xenophilia
Translations:
Tanhì - star (in this fic)
I do not support/romanticize the actions in this fic
Dead dove do not eat
You were a sweetheart among all of these brutal men. Colonel’s daughter, it granted you many opportunities but you haven't used any of them. You were studying hard from the very beginning to become a scientist, and you did. Pandora caught your interest right away, the plants, animals, and people. You liked to learn, not these impractical things in school, but things about life that everyone usually learns the hard way. You liked to explore new territories and discover new things. It was your personality and you worked hard to get the job of your dreams
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You walked through the forest, collecting samples of unknown plants, at least unknown to you. All of them were so beautiful that you could already imagine the things you would see if you put them under the microscope. Neteyam felt you on your first day. Your scent was unlike anyone else’s, so sweet yet so bitter, just like you. He didn't stalk you, not that he needed to. You tended to explore the places where he usually was. It was cute to him, the way you were speaking to the plants and animals, Neteyamn couldn't help but feel that you were lonely, just like him. Neteyam had family, his parents, and siblings but they didn't pay as much attention to him as before his accident. Eventually, they focused on their mates but he couldn't find a mate… he didn't want to since he saw you. Neteyam longed for a family, a loving mate, and a bunch of children. At first, he was watching you out of curiosity, but as days passed it turned into something more. Neteyam didn't know how to name that feeling, it couldn't be love… no, he hadn't even met you properly yet. Everything was peaceful, he never made his presence known to you, until today. Today your ovulation started and Neteyam could feel it, the images of you with a pregnant belly and you underneath him as he makes you a mother overwhelmed him. Neteyam was quite observant, despite not stalking you he could already tell a few things about you. You were lonely and he could give you a family… Was this thought really that bad? His body moved forward on its own before his mind could comprehend. You heard something so you immediately turned around, your lips parted noticing the huge creature, or rather a person… a na’vi. Neteyam cursed himself in his mind for revealing himself to you, and at you for looking so goddamn cute. You looked at him with curiosity, your eyes scanning his muscled body. You already knew a lot about na’vi and their traditions, that's why his lack of clothes didn't surprise you. His appearance did, he had horns and claws, and his fangs seemed longer. You stood up slowly as Neteyam approached, you forced yourself to look into his eyes, not at his muscles. 
“I'm not here to hurt you or your clan,” you said slowly. Neteyam raised his eyebrows, at least you knew his language. He didn't answer, coming closer and closer, you reached for your gun. It wasn't too smart of you, to ignore your father’s warnings and not take the new technology. Your father viewed na’vi as monsters who are hungry for blood, but you refused to see them that way… but now, probably one of the biggest of them was looking at you like a predator looks at his prey, you weren't so sure. He caught your wrist before you could take the gun and pulled you closer. You bumped into his strong chest with a quiet whine, Neteyam looked down at you licking his lips. He sniffed the air, looking content with your scent… now that it was mixed with the one of ovulation. You were fertile and his whole body felt it.
“You will have to forgive me for this,” he whispers, throwing your gun away. 
“Please, I don't have bad intentions,” you whispered, looking at him with those pleading eyes of yours, but Neteyam knew better. He could give you something that you never had, a real family. Neteyam slowly undressed you, despite your little struggles. He couldn't just tear your clothes apart, he wanted you to be comfortable… if you even could. Neteyam didn't look too happy about this, his heart ached to see your eyes watering and hear your pleas, but he knew that he could make your life better. He could give you so much love. Gently, he placed you on the soft grass, slowly caressing your hair.
“I see you,” he whispers softly, looking into your eyes. “They don't see you, but I do, tanhì.”
“Please just let me go,” you said quietly. Neteyam didn't like that you were afraid, he understood it but still, didn't like it.
“I won't hurt you, tanhì” he wanted you to know that so badly. He would never hurt you. Neteyam slowly removed his loincloth, your eyes immediately glued to his cock. You have never seen a na’vi naked, but Neteyam already didn't look like a typical na’vi so you could guess that his genitalia didn't exactly look normal either. His cock was huge, covered in small nubs, something similar to those on the sex toys you would use sometimes. It had bioluminescent stripes, just like the rest of his body. “What's that? First time seeing a man naked?” He teased, but you bit your lip nervously. Neteyam sighed knowing that he was right, it changed his plans a little. He was glad that you were untouched, perfect to claim. He got on his knees between your legs, his hands caressing your stomach and hips. You knew what he wanted but you still wanted to believe that a na’vi wouldn't hurt you like that.
“What do you want? Information? Weapons? Gadgets?” You tried to negotiate, perhaps he would agree and let you go. 
“I want you,” he muttered. Neteyam began to kiss your neck, slowly moving down until he reached your lower abdomen. You felt weird, you wanted to run and never see him again, but your body seemed to react to him. “I need you to be prepared, so I need to give you at least one orgasm, little one,” Neteyam explained though he didn't need to. He knew it was wrong, but he knew that he could cherish and love you for the rest of your days if you only just allowed him. Carefully, he licked your dripping folds, humming happily at the taste. Your body tensed as you tried to push his head away to somehow get out of his grip but Neteyam was much stronger, and he didn't budge. His tongue was exploring you carefully, and you couldn't help but let out a few small moans. You didn't want this, you didn't understand why your body was reacting in this way. You continued to struggle, but Neteyam just held you tighter as he was pushing his tongue in and out of you, his lips sucking on your sensitive clit. You didn't want to cum, not from something like this, but you already could feel yourself getting closer. Neteyam hums against your heat, he enjoyed it and he knew that you did too. Maybe your mind hasn't caught up with your body yet. As his movements intensified, you came on his tongue. Your cheeks flushed, you were embarrassed of yourself and your body. It shouldn't have reacted this way, you didn't want it. “Good girl, see? I'm so proud of you,” he moved back on his knees and caressed your hair. 
“Please, I just want to get back home. I won't tell anyone,” your voice shaky. Neteyam was impressed, you didn't seem to give up.
“This is your home, with me. '' Slowly he got on top of you. The head of his cock already leaking with precum. “I had an accident, years back when your father attacked my clan. It was something that changed my appearance forever,” he wanted to show you that he trusts you, and you should trust him. Neteyam intertwined his left hand with yours. “This might hurt a little despite you being so wet. I will be gentle, tanhì.” You shook your head no, trying to push him off and escape but Neteyam just spread your legs wider. His weight pinning you to the ground, making it impossible to escape. Neteyam moves his hips forward, slowly entering you. You yelped in pain, begging him to pull out and leave you alone. Neteyam hated that he was hurting you, but the feeling of your tight pussy was beginning to drive him crazy. “Shhh,” he caressed your hair, letting you adjust to feeling him inside you. “It will feel better soon, I promise.” After some time, he began to move his hips very slowly. He was stretching you so much that you thought that it was going to rip you apart. Especially after seeing the tummy bulge, it was so evident. You didn't stop struggling, but you were getting tired so the attempts were weaker.  The pain was fading and you were terrified, you didn't want to feel pleasure from it. Neteyam, feeling that you were stretched out enough, couldn't hold himself back. He tried so hard but everything about you was driving him crazy. He began to slam himself into you roughly. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, tanhì but I can't help it” he looked genuinely sad. He kissed your tears away gently. You whined in pain, he covered your mouth with his hand, he didn't want to hear you being in pain. Neteyam hated himself for hurting you like this, but he couldn't help it. He already imagined how he would make this up to you, showering you with love and gifts. You didn't think twice, biting his hand roughly. He pulled his hand away, it was bleeding. Neteyam looked at you angrily, placing that hand on your hip.
“You seemed so innocent but you’re just a depraved slut. Don't think that I can't feel you getting wetter and clenching around my cock,” Neteyam groaned, and you did not have the strength to protest. He was mad at himself, he didn't want to offend you but you bit him so fucking hard, and he was just trying to give you something that would make you less lonely. After some time, his grip loosened, he didn't want you to be hurt. Now you had the time, you could inject him with a sedative or try and run for it, but you didn't. You stayed in the place, not understanding yourself but still. Moments ago all you wanted to do was to run, but it wasn't the case anymore… or at least you didn't want to do that so desperately. 
“Please,” you asked him for anything. To let you go, to make it feel better. You didn't know, your mind and your body didn't cooperate. Neteyam moved to rub your clit, he was getting closer and he would be damned if you didn't cum before him. You hated how good it was to feel him inside you, how good he was hitting the best spots. You hated yourself for enjoying it. The whines turned into moans, and Neteyam slowed down a little to make it a little bit more comfortable for you. He sucked on your breasts, the stimulation caused the coil in your stomach to burst. You came for the second time, now around his cock.
“I will make you a mother, we will be a family, tanhì. You will never be alone again,” he thrusts deep into you feeling his balls tightening.
“No, don't do that to me,” you needed to be reasonable, even though the little voice in your head was just asking for you to accept it. You began to kick, trying to move away, trying to bite him. Neteyam ignores your words and attempts to escape. 
“I'm sorry, I really am. But I can’t let you go, you are the mother of my children, my mate, my family. I need to breed you, please forgive me. This is the one thing that I can't refuse myself,” he was almost pleading for your forgiveness. Finally, his body shook as he came deep inside of you. Neteyam exhaled, satisfied with the outcome. He slowly got off of you, your body shook because of the intense emotions. The shiny bioluminescence liquid dripped down your thighs, you looked at it a little bit amazed. It was something beautiful you couldn't say that it wasn't, but the situation it was made in… Neteyam gathered your clothes. “Next time I will cover your whole body in it. You would look so pretty, wouldn't you? Don't worry, you did such a great job. I'm proud of you, my little one. You were so brave,” Neteyam helped you to put your clothes on and picked you up, and hugged you to his chest. You were too weak and too confused to resist. Why didn't you run when you had the chance? “I am your family and I will always take care of you,” he caressed your hair before walking forward, towards your new future. 
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unethicalizard · 8 months
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they are like little bugs,, i want to study them underneath a microscope,,,,
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oceanic-sunsets · 2 years
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hey, everyone! as you know, there has been an incredible increase of byler fics on ao3, and since it can be hard to find what do read or how to find what you're looking for, i thought i could contribute with my own list of fic recs. This is only part one, i'll keep updating as i read. Also, if you have any fic rec for me, please share them with me via ask or dms!
None of the fics in this list are rated Explicit.
The italics represent the fic summary. The comment underneath is my opinion.
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a game of truths - RomeoWrites | 22.5k | canon compliant “Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.” OR Mike and Will play a game of truths. I loved how their relationship was portrayed here. The change between being so close, to suddenly not telling each other stuff and even lying, and then slowly trying to rebuild their friendship and trust. Their relationship developed beautifully. I wish i could read this again for the first time!
no end to this want - astrobi | 21.4k | canon compliant "Mike thinks back to the painting Will gave him, rolled up and placed carefully in his dresser drawer because for some reason it felt too wrong to hang it up on the walls with everything else. Too intimate. Like Will had made it for his eyes only. Or, apparently as everyone else thought, some mystery lover in California. And then he thinks about Will dozing off on his bed, and saying I think I’m in love with you all soft and slowed down from the inertia of sleep, and that’s right about when Mike starts to feel seriously lightheaded. He leans back against his bed and focuses very hard on taking deep, even breaths." Mike contemplates his feelings for Will Byers, partakes in a concerning amount of swooning, and learns to drive. Sort of. This was amazing. I love reading from Mike's pov because i wanna study his brain under a microscope. This fic takes you through the process of realizing his feelings while trying to mend his friendship with Will, and where he accidentally tells the party Will likes someone and they think it's some mysterious girl and it's hilarious. you're not gonna regret reading this one!
i'm tearing you asunder - smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 21k | canon compliant “Did I do something wrong?” Mike questions, mouth twisted in a frown, eyes less wide than they were a few moments ago, sleepiness gone. His arms stay at his sides, although his fingers fiddle with his sleeves. “What did I do wrong?” Will frowns back. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Mike doesn’t look like he believes him. Will doesn’t blame him. “Then why do you keep leaving?” The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance. I'm pretty sure a lot of you have already read this one, but i just have to include it. I love how, from Mike's perspective, Will is the one pulling away from him. We're so used to reading everything through his eyes, that sometimes we forget how confused Mike must feel. But then again, he fails to understand how sidelined Will has felt for a while. They misunderstand each other, which is hard after so many years of friendship and being so close. This fic takes us through the journey of them relearning how to trust each other and be vulnerable.
i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn | 8k | canon compliant Now that Will’s sitting and Mike’s the one that’s standing, he looks impossibly tall. Tall and lanky, and huge. He should sit back down, Will thinks, lay back down next to Will and stay in their own secluded little bubble. “I really want to kiss you,” Mike says, and Will’s eyes snap back up to his so violently he thinks he hears his own neck crack with the force of it. “Don’t,” Will croaks, before his brain has even processed the words. “Don’t say that.” “Okay,” Mike says easily, still staring. And what the actual fuck is going on? Is Will hallucinating? Is the weed making him hallucinate? “So sausage and pepperoni?” Will stares dumbly at him. “Um - yeah. Yes.” “Cool,” Mike replies and then just turns around and leaves Will sitting dumbly in his own room. or Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea. Just as the summary says: basically Mike and Will get high and Mike makes a petition. This was hilarious, beautiful, and a little heartbreaking, you name it! it has everything. I just really love Mike in this one:)
darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) - andiwriteordie | 11k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Nobody expects it to be Mike. Everyone is expecting it to be Max or Nancy, who both have already been targeted. Or maybe El, whose childhood in Hawkins Lab makes her the perfect target. Or Will, who has gone through more than enough trauma in the past three years alone for all of them. Nobody expects it to be Mike. Or, the one in which it's Mike, not Will, who Vecna targets. Mike gets vecna'ed, and we get to see what he's really going through. This was a great fic to read while we waited for vol. 2, but it's always going to be an amazing read! and honestly, everything this author writes is wonderful, i'm not including all of their fics only because i haven't read them all (yet).
what a goddamn kiss to think about - zadurn | 5k | i think au? unsure of the clasification here i'm sorry “Can I kiss you?” he asks. Hearing the words out loud makes everything feel that much more real, and Mike loves it. He thinks he might love Will, too, and the thought doesn’t feel new. It’s like a stone that’s half buried in the dirt but just got kicked loose. It’s something that’s been deep in Mike’s heart for a while, years, maybe, but just got unearthed. Will pushes him away, and Mike has no idea what he did wrong. He was just telling the truth. Friends don’t lie. “What?” Will asks, voice sounding kind of choked. He’s grimacing, and Mike wants to un-say whatever bad thing he said so that Will smiles at him again. “I— I asked if I could kiss you,” Mike says, and Will shushes him. He looks around frantically. “Mike,” Will replies. He sounds tired. “You can’t just ask that.” “Why not? I want to kiss you so I asked.” “But you don’t, Mike. You don’t want to… to kiss me. You’re just drunk.” – alternatively: mike pines while drunk, and then he pines while sober. Listen, i just really love pining!mike fics where he asks Will if he can kiss him and Will thinks it's not real because Mike is under the influence of some substance. This was such a fun read! the ending was beautiful!
when the dust settles - teafortozier | 4.8k | canon compliant When all is said and done, days later, when Hawkins is condemned and quarantined and the town evacuated, Wheelers and Byers divided between four motel rooms in the nearest town with any vacancies after the mass exodus from Hawkins—it’s just Mike and the painting. * The post-season 4 fix-it the Duffers are too cowardly to write. They have the very necessary talks where they address what should've been addressed in the show too. This is Mike's pov, which, at this point, is notable i love haha. One of my favorite fix-it fics, definitely!
why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath | 51k (so far. ongoing.) | canon divergence When Eleven saves Will from Vecna she gets more than she bargained for when they wake up in the wrong bodies. Now to prevent Vecna from infiltrating the mind of his most perfect host the two of them must pretend to be the other. Will grapples with the feelings that he’s trying to push away. Mike wonders why it feels like he’s falling in love all over again. What will become of everything when Hawkins finally falls? In order to save Will from Vecna, El traps herself in his mind. What he doesn't know, is that this causes them to switch bodies. And on top of that, they can't tell anyone about their switch because Vecna would find out if he entered their mind. Soo, Will has to pretend to be El, and El has to pretend to be Will. And let me tell you, i can't stop thinking about this fic since i read it, seriously. This scenario makes possible to explore a lot of themes and situations! Will suddenly has to deal with having Mike's attention all the time, and El understands how it feels to be ignored/pushed away by someone you love. Willel is amazing here, too, they start bonding even more thanks to their particular situation. And Mike... Poor Mike, he's so confused and doesn't know what he's feeling and why. This fic has everything! it's funny at times, really sad and heartbreaking at others, clever, and makes you go through so many different emotions. Be aware it's still ongoing, but don't worry, it's usually quick to update!
Us against the world - wasabi8000 | 13k | canon compliant They were right, Mike really is oblivious. Which is why when he figures out Will likes him, his entire world is turned on its axis. Or Mike finally puts the pieces together. Chaos ensues. It's really common to have Mike be absolutely oblivious to what is happening with Will, but what would happen if he figured it out? he's a little clueless when it comes to feelings, but he's also smart. This fic explores that. A great read that differs a little from the most popular interpretation of "mike doesn't figure it out".
i think we're alone now - friendstolovers | 3.5k | canon divergence i think? "Whatever," Lucas shrugs. "You’re just jealous that you aren’t getting any.” Mike raises an eyebrow, like he knows something the rest of them don't. Will looks like he wants to drown him. He probably deserves it. In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself. Teens being teens, Mike being jealous and not being able to stop thinking about Will. The party being clueless as to what is really going on haha. It was a sweet and fun read! perfect for when you want to step away from angst for a bit and are looking for something more lighthearted.
Mike Wheeler is Doing Just Fine - AtomosphericNonsense | 5k | canon compliant Mike Wheeler is doing just fine. No. Really. He’s okay. He’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with him. Nothing to see here, just mind your own fucking business. AKA: local stressed and queer teen has a mental breakdown, yells at a lake, and then has several more breakdowns. This is a Mike character study, in which he has several meltdowns. Luckily, he has people who help him endure it. Steve and Robin are wonderful here!
the winner takes it all - andiwriteordie | 9k | canon compliant “Honestly, I bet they’ll end up dating at one point or another. I’ve just got a feeling.” “I’ll take that bet,” Steve says, voice filled with certainty. “Bet you ten bucks Wheeler and Byers are just friends and don’t get together.” Robin and Steve make a bet on whether Will and Mike will end up together. Naturally, chaos ensues. Just as established by the summary, Steve and Robin make a bet about whether Will and Mike will get together. Then it escalates, more people get involved, and the bet changes from if to when. Such a fun and entertaining read!
when will you accept yourself? - awhstrangerthings | 8k | canon compliant, but post s3 and pre s4. There was only one thing he and Robin Buckley had in common; they both were undeniable nerds. So he's a little confused when he walks into the Video Store, and Robin offers advice of all things. After many visits and conversations about life, relationships, who he is as a person— Mike realises why he's been so drawn to converse with Robin, and that there were two things they had in common after all. Over the course of a month, we see Mike Wheeler in a state of vulnerability that we've never seen him in before as he comes to terms with himself, his sexuality, and his feelings for a certain friend in California with the help of Robin. Or, Mike Wheeler and his blossoming friendship with Robin Buckley. We have quite a few fics of Robin befriending Will, which i love, but now think about this: Mike befriending Robin. Their friendship is truly everything!
head over heels - ashhaxkerman | 11k | canon compliant On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the night. Mike and Will get a moment alone to talk. In which Will's birthday is forgotten and Mike attempts to fix their friendship, which he realizes, is something so much more.
we could be heroes (just for one day) - buffymysavior | 8k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Will can’t help but feel a sense of dread as Jonathan speeds past the familiar “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, the cold air pouring in through the windows and making the back of his neck prickle in a way it hasn’t since he’d left town. The past week had been…unexpected, to say the least. At the most, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he would give Mike the painting currently sticking out of the front of his backpack and that Mike would suddenly remember how much Will meant to him, and then things could go back to how they were supposed to be, and maybe Will could write off the past year of loneliness and self-pity as overthinking and nothing more. Instead, he found himself spending the week in the back of a pizza truck that had at one point housed a dead body, and when they weren’t in danger of getting shot by rogue government agents, he was trying to ignore the butterflies Mike Wheeler gave him whenever he smiled at him like it meant something. This fic written by my friend! Will gets vecna'ed, and Mike has some realizations. Although it doesn't follow vol. 2 events because it was written before, it deserves a read! It's both heartbreaking and sweet:) Also, you can pretend Mike's monologue here is the real one, instead of the one we got in the show haha.
Unbreakable Connection - Tea_For_One_Please | 20k | Soulmates AU At midnight on everyone's sixteenth birthday, they receive a connection of some kind with their soulmate. Some are connected by strings. Some have contact marks, a shadow of the first time their soulmate touches them. For some, the first words their soulmate says to them appears on their skin. Some find objects that their soulmate has misplaced. On the night of Will Byers' sixteenth birthday, he hears a little voice in his head. But whom does the voice belong to? Will he ever get to meet the mysterious "Gabriel"? This is the first AU on this list! I'm usually drawn to canonverse fics, but this caught my attention and i don't regret reading at all! It was great and their bond was portrayed in a unique way. Definitely worth a read!
Expect part 2 soon, as i'm consuming fics as if my life depended on it!
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danosrosegarden · 8 months
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request: drabble, reaction of eddie getting a big kiss on the cheek by enby reader while he sits in their lap and they stroke his hair kindly/relaxingly? :'3 he's just so..... also, thank you! - erwynne
At Least - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader Headcannons
Contains: nothing but fluff! (It has been a long time since I've been able to write that!)
Note: *hi Kevin voice* HIII ERWYNNE! I hope you enjoy, thank you for being my first new request!
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♡ You can feel the air in the room sink and sigh drowsily as soon as Edward shuts the door behind him. He's been complaining about work each day after getting home, but today felt...different. Bags tugged hard at the flesh underneath his eyes, dusting an even deeper shade of exhausted violet onto the skin than usual. He's slumped even further down, and his tired sigh is even deeper, wearier.
♡ I can imagine him lumbering over to where you are on the couch, not wasting any time worming himself into your arms. He's had a bad day, but at least you're still here.
♡ "Something the matter, Eddie?" His response is raspy and muffled: "Just wanna lay with you."
♡ Your fingers lace themselves in his ruffled hair as you hum softly and he closes his eyes. Edward was a quiet man, but you knew there was so much racing through his mind. If only you could pick apart those pieces, hack off a couple chunks. If only you could dissect and place those wrinkles of his brain under a microscope. You wanted to know what was flowing through his blood. What was buzzing through that brain.
♡ Before him, you just supposed that love wasn't meant for you. You'd had "things" with people, but never anything real. But you'd found something with him you'd never thought you would find. Something that heated your cheeks with bubbling warmth each time you laid eyes on him. Something that released buzzing butterflies into your stomach when you peered into his eyes. Something that kickstarted your heart into slamming gear every time you held his hand or felt the warmth of his skin.
♡ It was intense, this feeling of love. That's what it was; you realized it as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Love.
♡ Eddie looked up into your eyes as you planted a quick kiss on his forehead. You smiled at him, studying the different shades of green flakes scattered around his irises.
♡ "What's on your mind?" His eyes flitted away, and a cool pink sizzled on his cheeks. "Have I ever told you I love you?" You thought for a moment, shaking your head. "No, I don't think so."
♡ You couldn't quite describe the look that washed over his face. It was a warm smile of passion, it was solemn understanding, it was frosty regret for taking so long to admit it...it was a faithful promise to never let another day pass without declaring it.
♡ "I'm sorry, then. You know how much I love you."
♡ And you did. You felt in each squeeze he gave your hand while holding it, each time he accidentally stepped on your toes while dancing with you in the kitchen, each somber morning where he'd kiss you gently in bed before heading out for work.
♡ "I know you love me. I know you do. I love you, you know that?"
♡ You felt him nod into your chest. And that was all you needed. You sealed another kiss on his forehead. You dragged your thumbs along the soft skin of his cheeks, feeling the red bloom of heat on the pads of them.
♡ You were always going to be there. You'd be there whether he was broken and bleeding or dripping with joy. He was your Eddie. That's what mattered. Come as he is. Yes, he may have had a bad day, but at least you were there. That's what mattered. <3
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OC Smash or Pass
I was tagged by @writernopal (here)! Thank you so much for this fun Tag! I think I might do a few of these for my OCs, because I adore this tag game (:
Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)
Augustus Grimmure
Description (I haven't completed his character art yet): Augustus is a tall young man with dark skin and long, curly ashen brown hair - which he usually styles into a very neat ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has hazel eyes that can glow red or purple depending on which magic he uses. Augustus usually wears a long dapper suit/coat (in the colors of either white, dark purple, green, or charcoal black), along with a silk ruffle tie and other Victorian-style clothing, he also has dark circles under his eyes and may wear gloves from time to time. Has a sharp smile. He is heavily near-sighted and often wears spectacles/glasses (when possible) reinforced by magic - which might be because I wanted a glass-wearing protagonist in this book because I personally can't see shite without my glasses IRL (:
Basic Facts:
Height - 6 ft (around 1.80m)
Age - 19, soon to be 20
Gender - Male
Pronouns - He/Him
Occupation: Necromancer
Sexuality - An extremely hot, very romantic, Asexual straight man
Pros:
HUGGER! Once he's grown to love you that is. Augustus loves to show how much he cares by holding hands, cuddling, running hands through your hair, and (especially) hugging. He wants a relationship to be something special.
Augustus is very brave, and it takes a lot to faze him, especially since he is one of the most powerful beings in Ansburke, but even if he weren't he doesn't hesitate to face risks if it means doing something he considers right - especially when it comes to protecting the one he loves.
Dark Academia aesthetic (more like Chaotic Academia lmao) incarnate, and very gothic-coded. A romance with him has strong Gomez/Morticia vibes (this is legit the best way I could describe it), it's all about finding love in the dark and even macabre. He's also hopelessly devoted, and quite the romantic underneath his chaotic exterior.
Intelligent and witty, with a wild sense of humor. Will not hesitate to pull a carefully thought-out prank on someone if it makes you both laugh. Is also known for his clever comebacks, especially to those who already have it coming.
A good listener. Even if he is not particularly interested in whatever it is you are talking about, he will lend you his attention and let you finish your vent, however long it may be. He's also very good at problem-solving, having a scholar's mindset.
Neutral Facts (that may be pros or cons to some):
Augustus is somewhat inspired by the story of Victor Frankenstein (this character was born of the question I once asked myself - "What if Frankenstein wasn't insane and was a sorcerer instead of a scientist?"). This means he inherits a bit of a mad scientist's disregard for rules and tradition.
He doesn't enjoy sexual intimacy or acts of that nature at all, even though he isn't particularly sex-repulsed - he's asexual, and personally just finds sex a useless and slightly disturbing waste of time. That doesn't mean he doesn't like other kinds of intimacy - as mentioned before, once he gets truly close to someone, he's quite the hugger. (Btw, his love languages are Quality Time and (non-sexual) Physical Touch.)
Cons:
Has severe trust issues. While on the surface Augustus has a very personable and polite behavior towards anyone that doesn't personally irk him (when he isn't feeling particularly petty), he believes that "everyone is out to achieve their own personal goals at all costs" and that in their cutthroat world, everyone is looking to get the upper hand on someone else, so the walls around his heart (beyond a superficially friendly relationship) are quite tall and armored. He would never betray someone who trusts him but is constantly expecting to be personally betrayed. It takes a lot to prove that you truly care for him with no strings attached, but it is worth it when you finally do!
Extended lifespan - while it means no human can truly kill him (whilst he is under the constraints of his contract to the Deathbringer, a fae demon he made a deal with) during your adventures, it also means that you, a human, will eventually get older much quicker than him and die long before him - unless he's broken his Oath, which would return his lifespan back to a normal human's.
Does have a bit of morbid/dark humor natural to any necromancer so, while it can lead to funny and slightly unhinged interactions, he doesn't quite understand why some people consider his deathly jokes as inappropriate (even though he means no harm, that's just his sense humor and how he views te world).
His devotion has a "dark side" (to him) that comes out in the form of self-sacrificial tendencies and will fight Gods if prompted, with no second thoughts about his own safety, if it means keeping the select few people he trusts away from harm. Has no qualms about killing his enemies to achieve that as well.
Tagging (gently, no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @oh-no-another-idea, @writernopal, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @jasperygrace, @jay-avian, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @aziz-reads, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @autumnalwalker, @olivescales3, @junypr-camus, @ashen-crest, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @bardicbeetle @talesofsorrowandofruin, @mitchell-nihil, @pluttskutt, @saltysupercomputer, @stesierra and @dreaminggoblin
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aziz-reads · 2 months
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Smash or pass
Tagged by @pluttskutt
Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. Create a poll for smash or pass. The “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)
Alterations: Ace edition! instead of Smash in the sheets or Pass in the streets, the options will be Smash (with a hammer) or Pass (and allow to live)
Featuring our favorite villain: Life!
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Life was created by the Universe and watches over Earth when she's not dallying around the Fairy realm. She's an influential background character in the Corporate Afterlife universe, and has caused more than a few bad days.
Testimonials!
From Death in The Bucket List: You see, Life likes to say she is capable of love, but I’m not sure she knows what it is. You were listening to the story, weren’t you? She wasn’t loving, she was possessive. She fated unsuspecting creatures to lives under the water or in the skies with no warning. She did not spend even a second of her eternity-long life to ask them if they wanted her “blessings”. They were simply changed, suddenly, and with a great deal of pain as part of the process.
From the Librarian in Hellp Wanted: The Librarian, still frozen in his tealy pallor, finally found his voice. "Life, Death, please forgive me. There must have been a mistake in assessing Lena's karmic debt. It seems I failed to double check the numbers for accuracy."
Life tilted her head, the golden circlet shimmering in the soft glow of the hallway lights. It was hard to tell where the light was coming from, exactly, but it seemed rather focused on Life and Death. "That's unlike you. Is something wrong?" Her voice was still light, but there was a hardness underneath it that sounded like it was considering evolving into a threat.
From the Courier in Hell's Belle: The queen lifted her chin. "You did fulfill your part of the deal by giving the woman two healthy children. As they are twins, you get to choose which one's soul to take as payment."
"No!" I stepped forward, my fists clenching at my sides and my heart pounding. "You can't just take someone's soul like it's some kind of bargaining chip." I couldn't let them just claim the soul of one of my sisters,
Lucifer stepped in front of me, his wings spreading protectively to block my view of the queen. "There has to be another way to settle this. We can negotiate."
The queen regarded him coolly. "Negotiation is not an option. The contract was clear."
Tagging @the-down-upside-finch, @ahungeringknife and @digital-chance
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eilooxara · 2 months
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Ok time for an infodump I guess
Noise Control: How To Make That Fucking Thing Stop
Perhaps you hate noise. Perhaps you have neighbors or roommates or a washing machine or whatever that, despite your suffering, persists in making noise.
In that, you are like me. But one way we may differ is that I've studied physical acoustics extensively back in grad school and I know a lot about what can be done about noise.
There are a lot of methods to control noise, but they are not all equally effective; in fact, there is a strict hierarchy of efficacy, and each tier is only worth trying if you can't meaningfully do anything in the tier before it.
Tier 1: Stop it at the source
The best way to keep a noise out of your ears is to make the noise never come into existence in the first place. It's like if you have a prophesied enemy who'll destroy you so you kill their parents before they're born. Sensible!
Stopping it at the source depends, of course, on the source.
For your squeaking and creaking noises, these come from microscopic slipping and catching of two or more solid surfaces in contact with each other. There are two ways to stop these sorts: make it EASIER for the surfaces to move against one another--no catching--or make it IMPOSSIBLE (not just more difficult) for them to move against one another--no slipping. Which is better will depend on the thing! A creaky metal bed frame might be best fixed by welding the joints to prevent any movement. If you own your home and have a creaky floorboard, you could (though it's a big project) replace flooring nails with screws, because screws will keep the boards from pulling up as they flex over time. A squeaking doorknob, hinge, etc just wants some oil. Use 3 in 1 oil rather than WD40, it's a better lubricant in most cases. If you've got a fan or something that squeals, take it apart and clean it, then lubricate the bearings.
For your thumps and bumps, the noise is caused by the rapid impact of one thing on another. The best way to stop sounds like this is to soften the impact points. I'm mostly thinking of footsteps in the floor above you--a rug or carpet, especially with a soft pad underneath, will help a lot in making those footfalls not make sound in the first place.
Traffic noise mostly comes from the tires rubbing against the road. You may have noticed that traffic noise is less when there's a soft layer of snow.
But you can't make it snow (can you? If you can, DM ME PLEASE).
Time for Tier 2: I can't stop the source, but I can block the way
Sound propagates through anything. The ones that matter most here will be air and solid structures.
What to do next depends on which it's doing.
If the sound is propagating through air--your roommate is having a party outside your door, there's somebody outside with a leaf blower and it's illegal to murder them in your area, etc., then the best thing you can do is block the path of sound. Sound is great at turning around corners, so putting a shield directly between you and the source will not help much (though it may still make a noticeable difference). You want to completely fill the space between you and the sound source: a door with a 3 inch gap lets through nearly as much sound as a door that is all the way open. If you've got a little gap at the bottom of the door or window, stuff it with something. The best gap fillers will be malleable to press and fill whatever gaps exist, and they'll be heavy, and they'll be complex in shape (more on that later). But whatever you can manage is better than open air.
Ok, so what if the sound isn't coming to you through air? Your upstairs neighbors are playing DDR and the sound is coming from your ceiling.
Unfortunately, blocking the path when the sound is propagating through a structure is much harder to do. You'd have to dismantle the ceiling/wall/etc and introduce gaps between the structure on your side and on their side. If you own your home this is possible but expensive and elaborate. If you're renting then you obviously can't.
Or perhaps the source of the sound is in open air and you want to be outside, and blocking the path would mean building some sort of elaborate dome over you or it. Impractical!
Unfortunately we're at Tier 3: stuff that sort of works
Sound can be reduced in intensity by making it turn a lot of corners or go through a lot of changes in medium. Even sound that still has a direct path to your ears can be mitigated by putting something along its route that will suck some of its energy away.
What can do that?
- complex surfaces. This is where things like acoustic foam, or fluffy fabrics, or bags of sand, or shelves full of books come in. What these all have in common is very complex geometry. When a sound wave gets inside them, it has many tiny bounces and turns and twists before it gets back out.
- heavy weight. Air is light. Not-air is comparatively heavy. Every time sound moves from a light thing to a heavy thing, it loses some energy. If the sound is in a structure, like say your ceiling, your best option is to put a heavy-ass layer in between (one that's heavier than the stuff the structure is made of). Hard to do. But it would help.
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countlessrealities · 7 months
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CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !
@mcltiples sent: Weird Rick just happens to walk in, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He's fiddling with some kind of device { To Evil Rick bc of reasons 🤭}
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Usually, when his partner stepped into the lab, Rick didn't instantly turn to look at him, especially if he had his hands already busy with something else. That time, however, he instantly straightened from where he had been studying through the microscope a few samples taken from the odd arrow.
Under other circumstances, he would have noticed his own unusual behaviour and he might have made the connection with having been hit less than an hour before. Instead, now every thoughts about it vanished from his mind the moment when he laid his eyes on his alternate, replaced by nothing but the other's image, smell, taste, by the sound of his voice and the feelings of his insides under Rick's own fingers.
He had always felt a pull towards his partner, since day one. It was what had pushed him to believe that this particular version of himself could be the the one true connection he had been seeking out for his whole life.
In that moment, though, there was something more to it. Not only the unnamed emotion was stronger and deeper, but it filled him with the kind of craving he had very rarely experienced.
He had never felt so ravenous.
Before he could even realised it, he had crossed the room, pried the device out of his alternate's hands and carelessly dumped it on the floor.
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"Beloved."
The word was spoken in a low, hoarse voice, almost a purr, as fingers gripped at his partner's jacket, digging into the flesh underneath, as if they had been trying to claw their way to it through the cloth.
Rick's too sharp teeth were bared, in what would have been a grin if it hadn't looked so eerily dangerous, so terrifyingly hungry.
"You took my soul, my heart, my everything." Grey blue eyes fell on the other's chest, a dark light darkening them. "Now I want to rip your beating heart out of your ribcage." One of his hands moved up along that chest, pushing between the ribs of its left side. "And dig up your essence through your bone marrow."
His other hand wrapped around his partner's neck, once again tight enough to bruise.
"I want to consume you whole."
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I want to throw them in a blender. I want to shrink them and carry them around in my pocket. I need to set them on fire. I need to study them underneath a microscope
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flysafepapi · 2 years
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the sin factor 14/?
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Warnings: mentions of murder, nothing too bad, other than that i don’t think there’s anything that needs a warning but let me know if there is
Summary: It’s in the eyes, too, the same ambition and clawing desperation to be more, get more, hidden behind a carefully blank stare. He also knows that Duke has something Tommy never had although it’s more likely that it’s the other way around, because Tommy has lines that he won’t cross for reasons that are his own. Duke has no such reservations.
tagging: @zablife​​​​​​​​ @the-makingsofgreatness​​​​ @peakyrogers​​​​​​​​ @hb-writes​​​​​​​ @caelys​​​​​ (let me know if you want to be added on or taken off)
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The thing is, Tommy had assumed that eventually he would come to think of the boy as his son and not a stranger with eyes that looked too much like his own for comfort. It had been a foolish assumption, he knows that now, and yet he still can’t quite shake the idea. If everything had happened sooner, if he’d made an effort years ago, would it have stopped everything from happening? The thoughts turn over and over in his mind like a never-ending self imposed torture. Would it have stopped this? What was it that made Duke the way he was, something unspoken and hidden from his childhood, or was it something in their bloodline that did it? 
“You look unwell, are you ill?” 
From anyone else the words might’ve been concerned, but any warmth they might’ve held is smothered underneath the utterly blank voice they’re spoken in. Duke stares at him with eyes that might as well be carved from ice for all the coldness they hold within them. The gaze makes him feel like he’s underneath a microscope, being studied for purposes he’s not privy to, and for the first time he understands why people are so unsettled by his own stare. 
“There’s no shame in declining an invitation. Especially from someone like Oswald Mosley,” Duke says, still monotone, and if it wasn’t for the slight twitch of fingers Tommy might think he was completely unaffected by where they’re going. “The world is slowly going to hell and people are hosting parties like if they ignore it hard enough it won’t happen. 
“Duke-“
“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have an interesting night,” Duke says, turning to look out the window at the crowds gathering outside the ostentatious club, still with that blank mask concealing what he’s thinking. 
He watches Duke ignore Isiah watching him in the rear view mirror. It had been Ada’s idea, keeping Isiah close at hand, because where one goes the other swiftly follows, but something about it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It means they’re both close enough to strike if that’s what they’ve been planning, and he knows they’ve been planning something. Neither of them have been seen much the past week and normally that would be a comfort, so why does it feel like he’s walking into his own execution chamber?
There’s no point in ordering Isiah to stay with the car and so he doesn’t even bother, turning away when Isiah steps up behind Duke like a silent shadow, glaring at anyone who gets too close. Thankfully not many people do, though whether they’re deterred by Isiah’s glares or the dead-eyed look on Duke’s face is impossible to tell. The part of Tommy that wants to keep Duke away from Mosley and his mistress, to minimise any collateral damage that could happen, wars with the small part of him that wants to stand back and see what happens. 
“Try to look less like you’re going to slit everyone’s throats,” he says quietly, and if he hadn’t been watching so closely he would’ve missed the minute switches in Duke’s face. He might’ve thought they were two different people entirely, had he not seen it for himself. Isiah laughs and conceals it, poorly, behind a cough. 
“I would never slit everyone’s throats,” Duke says, smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world, “It’s a bitch to clean out of clothes and these are new.” It’s not comforting, but he’ll take it. 
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Isiah watches from one of the small tables as Duke shakes Mosley’s hand, smiling like he’s being paid to do it, like it doesn’t make him want to claw his own skin off. It’s impressive how easily he manages to hide it. He’s too far away to hear much of the conversation but there’s no point in getting any closer. It would look suspicious, for one, and he’ll be hearing all about it later once they finally get away from here. 
He doesn’t turn to look when he feels someone stop beside him. Isiah had already seen her as soon as they stepped inside. 
“Ms. Nelson. I heard about what happened to your husband. I imagine it was quite a shock, finding him like that,” Isiah says, and he can practically feel the rage rolling off her like it’s something tangible. Sooner or later, Isiah’s money is on sooner, she’ll say something she won’t be able to take back. 
“Tell me, is it you calling the shots, or do you let Tommy Shelby’s son fu-“
If anyone were to look at them, all they’d see is a young couple getting a little closer than proper for such a public spot, not scandalous enough for someone to say anything but enough that they’d make their assumptions and keep their distance. He tightens his arm around Gina’s waist slowly, dragging her closer under the guise of young love or whatever inane story people will decide on if they’re seen, until it’s far past the point of comfort and she digs her fingernails into his wrist. Isiah knows the knife is sharp because he’d sharpened it himself, and he doesn’t bother being gentle when he holds the blade of it against her stomach underneath the table, hidden from view. 
The smell of her perfume is enough to make him sick. 
“Baby, if you think your family name is enough to deter me from opening you up all over this freshly polished floor, I’d suggest you rethink that and shut your fucking mouth.”
“Baby, if you think I’m scared of you, I’d suggest-“
He’ll laugh about it later, the way Gina shrinks into herself when she sees Duke reach around her to pick up her forgotten drink, staring at her unblinkingly as he downs it in one smooth movement. They’re attracting more attention now, especially after Duke’s moves in on Gina’s other side, the two of them boxing her between them, and she flinches when Duke reaches out to tuck her hair back behind her ear. 
“Do you want to know a secret, Gina?” Duke draws the name out mockingly, looking her over for a few quick seconds before he reaches down and pulls her hand away from Isiah’s wrist, eyes flashing when he feels the wetness of blood there. Isiah almost wants her nails to have left permanent marks behind, just so he can watch what Duke does to her for it. “You’re so close to being right. I do call the shots, so you get a point for guessing that, but you know what that means? All I have to do is say the word and he’d use that frankly beautiful knife to gut you like a fish. I’m tempted to let him, all that red would be spectacular against all this marble, don’t you think?”
Isiah sees Tommy looking at them from across the room, and the carefully blank look on his face is so similar to his son’s that it’s amusing to see. Isiah shakes his head and watches until Tommy deliberately turns his back, and he can see that the inaction takes a toll, even if it is Gina they’ve got trapped between their bodies. 
“Then afterwards, when everyone has all run away and this place is empty, he wouldn’t think twice about fucking me in the blood you leave behind if I asked him to, because unlike you, I have a husband that truly would do anything for me. You don’t even have a husband anymore. He didn’t even call for you while I was spilling his blood all over my shoes.”
“Husband?”
Isiah isn’t expecting the box that Duke pulls out of his pocket, or the smile Duke sends him, one of the rare real ones and not just the one he uses when he’s hiding who he really is. He’s not expecting the familiar rings inside. 
“Your father gave them to me, I’ve been waiting for the right time.”
“And this is the right time?”
Gina has gone silent, probably from the knife digging further into her stomach, but maybe from the shock of what’s happening right now. It could go either way.
“We can never make it official, I know that, but I know how I feel, and I’m sick of pretending to care what everyone else might think. Will you-“
“Love, as soon as I saw you, I knew I’d follow you anywhere, and if I had to do it all over again I still wouldn’t change a thing.” 
The ring feels right on his finger, like belonging and home and acceptance all at once. He doesn’t even care about anyone that might be looking when he steps around Gina to cup his hands around Duke’s face, looking down at him. It’s a risk, even above all the violence and the bloodshed the two of them are personally responsible for, and he knows they’re both going to be subjected to a lecture on the way home but he can’t bring himself to care. 
“You’re my reason, baby.”
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Rise and Fall
Summary:  Roman is finally starting to feel better and it shows, though the others are understandably still worried. 
Warnings: suicidal thoughts, discussion of suicide, referenced and implied depression
Ships: Virgil x Roman, Prinxiety (not very focused on)
Word Count: 2, 723
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Logan stepped out of his room rolling up his sleeves and nudging the door closed with his foot. Looking across the hall to one of his roommates' rooms. They lived in a fairly big apartment to accommodate all four of them since they had all decided to keep living together after college for companionship's sake. The doors were all decorated in accordance to their individual styles; Logan’s was a bit plainer with galaxy printed washi tape around a printed paper name plate. Patton’s of course was covered in bright stickers in all shapes and textures while Virgil’s looked like if you walked into his room you’d be expecting a Halloween store; bats, spiders and other dark decorations absolutely covered its surface. 
The one across from his own, Roman’s, was a practical explosion compared to the other two however. The entire thing glittered which he had chastised the other about for months after he had done it since it had then covered the rest of the apartment in microscopic glittery pieces of foil that was impossible to vacuum all of no matter how many passes were made over the floor and other surfaces. Drawings and doodles from both Roman and Patton and less so from Virgil and Logan himself were taped and stickered on with a variety of differently printed materials. It was an absolute mess but today that was the furthest concern from Logan’s mind.
The actual concern was the fact that the door was shut tight, no source of light even shining from underneath the jam. Walking closer revealed that there was no sound to be heard from inside either. No music, no singing, no furious scratching of pens and pencils. Just complete silence that made Logan frown and file the observation away for later. It was only nine in the morning on a Saturday, it wouldn't be unusual for Roman to have a late morning to the start of his weekend and he refused to be worried about it when in reality he was probably the only one awake at this hour.
Moving down the hall with coffee and cartoons on his mind echoed in his head as the first sound he’d heard this morning made itself known: rhythmic snapping. Raising his eyebrows he followed the sound to the living room, the sight before him catching him with surprise.
Roman sat on the floor in front of the couch, music playing softly from his phone with coloring books stacked one side and colored pencils spread out on the other. He couldn't quite make out what was playing but he watched as Roman quietly mouthed along to the lyrics and snapped a rhythm with his other hand. He looked relaxed and happy, and the sight nearly made Logan tear up in the doorway. Instead he made his way to the side of the couch and cleared his throat to make his presence known, smiling more as Roman turned and flashed his own genuine one his way.
“Morning Pocket Protector. Did I wake you up?”
“No, I- I had my alarm set for 8:30. I thought everyone was still asleep; are you alright?”
Roman’s face softened somewhat as he nodded. “I’m fine Logan. Just got an early start this morning and wanted to relax.”
“Oh, well then by all means, don’t let me distract you.” Turning to go to the kitchen he stopped as Roman called for him.
“Hey wait! You don't have to leave nerd, I’d like the company if you wanna hang out.” He rummaged in his pile and grinned triumphantly as he found the one he was looking for, waving it for Logan to see. “I even have a coloring book for you if you want to join my creative hour!”
Anatomy by Color was shaken in front of his face, something Logan assumed had once been used as a studying tool by Roman before he had no longer needed it, having used that genre of coloring book himself in high school for Biology. Smiling he plucked it from Roman’s hands and turned on his heel, making a beeline for the kitchen before he could get distracted again. “Coffee first!” He offered over his shoulder as Roman laughed after him. Logan smiled wide as he heard the TV being switched on and moments later The Owl House theme being paused for him to come in when he was done. It had been a while since he had caught Roman enjoying a bit of free time and stimming along with music, and he was very glad for the tentative return to normal.
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Later that day Roman heard clanking in the kitchen, smiling with a wince as he stretched and stood up from his cramped position on the floor. Logan had left after a few hours of binging their newest show with him and coloring in an old study book he still kept in his collection. Sweeping his pencils back into their box and stacking the books neatly in a pile he waltzed his way into the kitchen with his headphones still playing his playlist on loop. Shoving his hands in his pocket as he leaned against the doorframe he watched as Patton bustled around the kitchen gathering ingredients since it was his turn to make dinner that day. He could see a pile of potatoes in the sink waiting to be washed and a deep dish pan filled with chicken yet to be seasoned. Patton wasn’t...the best cook in their small group but he did try his hardest. Very often he ended up burning whatever he tried to make either trying to make sure it was truly cooked or because he forgot it was in the oven and the smoke alarm letting them all know that dinner was definitely ready. As a result the meals were usually simpler ones that required him to simply put them in the oven for an allotted amount of time and tell at least one other person so that they could keep track of the time together.
Stepping into the kitchen, Roman unplugged his headphones and set his phone down on the table as Patton turned around, the other giggling as Roman caught his heads and set them twirling around the kitchen in an improvised dance that had them both tripping over each other and laughing like madmen until Roman stopped by the sink and bowed, rolling up his sleeves to wash the potatoes.
“What kind of seasoning are you trying today Padre?”
Shaking out the last of his giggles Patton grabbed up the seasoning containers he had been grabbing before Roman entered. “Just something simple since movie night is later! Little bit of garlic and onion, some salt and pepper, and curry.”
“Sounds delicious Patton. You're getting better at mixing flavors.” Roman meant that genuinely, they had all improved drastically with their cooking, but Patton was making better and better dishes all the time, even if he did still burn half of what he tried to make.
“Thank you!” Patton beamed at him as he started on measuring out the spices, leaving Roman to scrub at the potatoes and start cutting them up to roast, both of them moving and shimmying to their own beat as the music continued to play. Roman missed however the many careful looks Patton shot him as they worked, smiling softly after each one seeing how truly happy he really seemed to be.
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Virgil settled his chin atop his boyfriends fluffy head as they all got comfortable for movie night, bowls of customized, microwave popcorn in front of each of them with a shared bowl for Roman and Virgil nestled in the formers lap since they had the same taste. He squeezed around Roman’s middle gently causing him to squirm back into him and huff out a quiet laugh as the movie started. The opening notes of Cinderella started playing, an old favorite of all of them that they had voted on earlier and he could feel any lingering tension in the room leave as they all seemed to sigh contently at the same time. Roman was warm and relaxed in his arms and Virgil knew the soft smile that had been present on his lips all day would be there still even if he couldn’t see it.
He reached for some popcorn at the same time as Roman but when he tried to pull away his hand was caught and brought up for a chaste kiss by the cheeky flirt in his arms, making his laugh softly and smack at his face before grabbing a big handful and shoving it in his mouth.
“You get popcorn crumbs in my hair and I will never forgive you.” Roman muttered quietly.
Grinning Virgil wiped his lips before leaning his head down and planting a lingering kiss on top of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it my Prince.”
Knowing Roman’s face would be scarlet he grinned devilishly and settled careful hands on the others hips, massaging slowly as they continued watching the movie, Logan and Patton politely pretending they didn’t hear anything over the film.
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“Roman?” Virgil carefully closed the door behind him, biting his lip as he quickly opened his phone and went to his speed dials. Roman turned slightly and smiled, not at all easing the anxiety spiking in his chest as he watched Him shift slightly in his cross legged position on the wide roof railing.
“I’m okay, I’m just sitting.”
“Yeah?” Virgil licked his lips nervously, putting his phone in his pocket but keeping it on. He had no idea how much delicacy this situation would need but if Roman needed him, he would be here. He tried not to feel too hurt that he hadn’t come to him before deciding the top of their apartment building was the best place to sit.
“Yeah, here I’m sorry for making you nervous.” He breathed a grateful sigh of relief as Roman turned and slid off the short wall and made his way over to sit against the gate surrounding the satellite dish instead. Carefully walking over and sitting beside him, Virgil looked over to him attentively. He had seemed to be getting better, had been leaving his room and making things again, taking time to relax and slept on a more regular schedule. It didn’t take a monumental effort to get him to eat anymore and Virgil didn’t have to take junk food away from him at a two in the morning binge of hunger and try to convince him to eat just a small meal instead and to drink water. He had even been changing his clothes more regularly and the bags around his eyes were gone, stimming happily with music and smiling more.
All that said Virgil had read there was a possibility it would get worse before anything got better, and even scarier that things could seem better before they got worse. Major depressive episodes weren’t anything to take lightly, Virgil definitely knew that which was why he had been trying so hard to keep an eye on his partner even more than usual. Did he feel smothered? Did he feel too babied? Not taken care of enough? Should he check in with him more often or was he being pushy already?
“You think really loud.” Roman voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making him shake his head and reach for his hand, grateful when it was gripped tightly between them. “I really am okay now Virge, you don’t have to worry so much.”
“I do anyway, you know that. You’ve been really busy lately both with work and what you work on after and I just- I’m afraid you’re pushing yourself.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why-” did you look like you were going to jump. The unspoken though made him tense and Roman squeezed his hand, offering him a small smile.
“I’m sorry. I’m just...a mess.” Roman laughed and looked away, making Virgil’s heart clench.
“You aren’t. Tell me what’s happening Ro.”
Roman breathed deeply and let it out in a whoosh of air. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately and it’s making me a little...scattered.”
Squeezing his hand again Virgil nodded. Thinking. He could handle thoughts. “Thinking about what?” He encouraged.
“Thinking that- things were a lot...easier when I was alone.” Roman pressed his lips together. “Before I met any of you, I could sit and wallow as much as I wanted. I could self-pity in peace without worrying anyone. It’s nice to have people that care about me and that I care about but now that I do- people would care if I left. I have people that would be disappointed and sad so I can’t- I can’t go. And sometimes that’s worse, for the most selfish reasons.”
“It isn’t selfish.” Virgil breathed out, earning a rueful smile.
“Not everyone would agree.” They sat in silence for a few minutes before Roman broke it again. “Before I met any of you I was very sad, all the time. There didn’t always have to be a reason sometimes I just...was. Nothing I did worked but I honestly didn’t try too hard. I didn’t feel like there was a need to. I just kind of existed. And I was always tired and sad and lonely, though I didn’t know I was the last one at the time. I isolated myself on purpose for whatever reason, it isn’t important now. I felt like I was nothing.”
He shifted closer to Virgil and Virgil detangled their fingers to wrap his arm around him instead, reaching across to hold his hand that way instead. Roman gratefully sank into the warmth before speaking up again.
“I’m not suicidal now, but I was then. I just turned numb to the idea I suppose. Almost like a ‘Well I’m not doing anything else’ sort of thing.” He let out a joyless laugh. “And then I got inspired again. I still wanted to die, that just got pushed to the background in favor of doing other things. I told myself I would still do it, I just had to finish some things first. But I never finished them.”
He shifted again to look up at Virgil. “I kept feeling guilty for leaving half finished projects so I told myself I had to finish those first. And then I met you, and Patton and Logan and I knew I couldn’t leave. I missed my chance, because I knew you all would be devastated. As much as I didn’t care about myself you three did ten times as hard for me. I got really sad again that I hadn’t been able to go through with it in time. And as happy as I am now, I’m frustrated because I thought I would be dead by now so I didn’t think there was any point in working on so many things I had ideas for, and now that I know I’m staying here there’s so many things I want to finish and start and it’s so much. I could have done so many things before this but I feel like I’m just getting started. It’s...overwhelming.”
Virgil sat in thought for a moment before speaking. “There’s nothing wrong with just getting started, especially if that means you're focused on those creative things that make you happy instead of the thoughts of wanting to end your life. As frustrating as you feel like it is, and as behind as you think you are, you don’t have a time limit anymore. You can do anything and everything you want, and take it one step at a time because you know you’ll still be here tomorrow.”
Leaning down Virgil planted a soft kiss on Roman’s forehead. “I’m really proud of you that you were able to find something to keep you here, and I couldn’t be happier that Logan, Patton and I can care for you.”
Roman hummed and turned his face into the hoodie covered chest, scrunching his face as the rough stitching scratch at it. “I’m happy I’m here too, especially with the three of you.”
Resting his cheek on Roman’s head, Virgil squeezed tightly around the others shoulders in an awkward half hug. They’d definitely have to talk about this tomorrow, preferably with their other roommates so they all knew how to move forward with Roman’s mental state, but for now it was enough to simply hold him close. And be.
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If you're still taking suggestions for the character bingo, can you do Ammett?
Shadow bastard!
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That asshole. Idiot. Fucking edgelord. Useless sub the likes of which the world has never seen before. My fucked up abhorrent little meow meow whom I love and cherish more than I probably should.
If you know me, you know that I'm weak for anything shadowy, be it romantically or aesthetically or gender-envy-cally. I just think they're Neat. Put a spooky shadow thing before me and my immediate knee-jerk reaction is to go "IS ANYONE GOING TO KISS THAT?" And, after waiting a courteous fifteen seconds until some distinguished monsterfucker of culture comes running (they usually don't), I heave a sigh and make up a fucked up little goth bastard OC to do the job. If you want something done right, you know how it is.
So not only is this shadowy son of a bitch the perfect little speck of radioactive flesh eating fungus to shove into a petri dish and study under the microscope, but HE ALSO COMES PRE-EQUIPPED WITH HIS OWN FUCKED UP LITTLE GOTH BASTARD. ICONIC BEHAVIOUR.
I'll spare you my thoughts about him because my thoughts about him are many and caps-locked. Just poke your head into my #posi's bartseq rants tag and you'll find some stuff in there.
And if that wasn't Funky(TM) enough, Ammet and his mortal idiot are simultaneously not as deep as I make them out to be, but also absolutely OVERFLOWING with untapped potential, symbolism, oodles canoodles and toaster stroodles of questions about how, precisely, these assholes figured out they wanted to fuck and actually went through with it, and a series of questions about the state of Khaba's soul which make me lie awake at night and stare at the ceiling.
(Spoiler alert: I don't think it's your soul anymore, mate.)
Ammet is a delight for me to work with as a writer on his own (sadistic, low-key masochistic, hopelessly narcissistic, overly confident jackass who talks too much and ends up getting curb-stomped and shoved in Gay Baby Jail at the end of the book) but with Khaba? Oh, clink those two petri dishes together and they'll create horrors you cannot even imagine.
They're the worst. I want another book about them. I don't want Stroud to mention them ever again. I want to make a list of all the traits Ammet shares with Bartimaeus and all the traits shared between Khaba, Nat and Ptolemy. They're really one of a kind. They're fucked up in the same direction. Khaba doesn't actually love him. It's actually a "heart underneath the floorboards" kind of situation except the heart is Khaba's own and he can't bury it deep enough. Ammet is angsty about it. Ammet doesn't give a shit. Ammet knows that, thanks to being named after an entity which eats the hearts of sinners (which I'm still not over JONATHAN I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM-) he'll get his claws on Khaba's heart whether the magician wants that or not. I am normal about them. I have a 50k+ writing project about them which might possibly expand into the six-digit territory if I decide to do sequels. Ammet is my precious scrunkly little bastard who lives in my heart and also eats cardiac tissue. He's the bane of my fucking existence and I hope he rots in that fucking amphora of his. Nobody is allowed to hurt him ever. Except for me. And Khaba but that's a territory we won't venture into right now. I am normal about him. I have a detailed timeline which states that he's actually less than a century older than Bartimaeus. The two of them copy each other constantly during RoS and it's making me froth at the mouth. He's an ancient cunning vile and clever being. He's a fucking idiot. He and Khaba are a dangerous duo who could do a lot of damage if they put their minds to it. He and Khaba are fucking LOSERS and IDIOTS who literally can't function properly when separated and I have proof. Don't ask me about hcs about post-RoS grief and agony. Please ask me about hcs about post-RoS grief and agony.
Tl;dr spooky shadow bastard makes the serotonin machine go brrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Fucking superb you funky little eldritch edgelord.
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( me / "who's your daddy" by steve cruz via fb )
Underneath the Microscope.
"a prize,/ for dreaming eyes, for/ eyes/ dream/ the emptiest prize" --A Humument
Spiritual Attunement.
"The Slate Ode
Two stars coming together--a great meeting, a flint path from an old song, the speech of fint and air, flint and water, a ring with a horseshoe; on the layered rock of the clouds a milky sketch in slate-- not the schooldays of worlds but the woolly visions of light sleep.
We sleep upright in the thick night under the fleece hat. The spring runs back whispering into the timbers like a little chain, little warbler, speech. Terror and Split write with the same little stick of milk. Here, taking form, is the first draft of the students of running water.
Steep goat cities. The massive layering of flint. And still the beds, the sheep churches, the villages. In the plumbline is their sermon, in the water their lesson, time wears them fine, and the transparent forest of the air has been filled with them for a long time.
Like a dead hornet by the honey-comb the pied day is swept out in disgrace. The black night-harrier carries burning chalk to feed the flint. To erase day by day the writings from the iconoclastic board, and to shake visions, already transparent, out of the hand like nestlings.
The fruit was coming to a head. The grapes ripening, the day raging as a day rages. Knucklebones--a gentle game-- and the coats of savage sheep-dogs, at noon. Like rubble from icy heights, from the backs of green icons, the famished water flows, eddying, playing like the young of an animal,
and crawls toward me like a spider, over the moon-splashed crossings. I hear the slate screech on the startled crag. Memory, are those your voices teaching, splitting the night, tossing slates into the forests, ripping them from the beaks of birds?
Only the voice will teach us what was clawing and fighting there. And we will guide the callous slate as the voice leads us. I break the night, burning chalk for the firm notation of a moment. I exchange noise for the singing of arrows. I exchange order for the fierce drumming of a grouse.
Who am I? No simple mason, roofer or boatman. I'm a double-dealer, with a double soul. I'm the friend of night, the assassin of day. Blessed is he who called the flint the student of running water. And blessed is he who buckled the feet of the mountains onto solid ground.
Now I study the scratched diary of the slate's summer, the language of flint and air, a layer of darkness, a layer of light. I want to thrust my hand into the flint path from an old song as into a wound, and hold together the flint and the water, the horseshoe and the ring."
--Brown & Merwin's Mandelstam
Travelling.
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