#I'm still not over this man

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Rusalka part 2: After the storm

Another part of Rusalka!

Maybe not fluff but i wouldn't call it angst. A bit of blood but nothing compared to manga/anime. I hope you will find the ending funny.

~ 1 000 words

Enjoy!

"Stop it!" [Y/N] nudged the spotted goat, stubbornly wandering under her feet. The bells attached to its horns jingled irritatingly, demanding a drink. The woman adjusted her grip on the handle of the ax and took a sharp breath. The icy air of Karafuto stung her throat, but it was nothing compared to anger bubbling inside her. Bubbling with irritation, cold and, what's worse, lack of sleep. Pushed by the sudden strength, she once again took a swing and split the ice cover in two. The joyful animals rushed towards her, pressing their snouts into the icy water even before she could fish out the thick ice and throw it aside. 

Pushed by furry rumps, she gave way and sat on a nearby fence. She put her feet on the lower board, as if the very contact with the ground was sucking all the warmth out of her, and glanced around the monotonous landscape, tucking her cracked hands under her armpits. 

There was snow as far as the eye could see. On the roof, on the road, sometimes even on animals. Drifts blew by the wind cut her off from the village, whose tall columns of smoke rose toward the gray clouds. When she squinted, she could see small figures already digging paths between the houses. Soon they will reach her house. 

The brown horse made its presence felt by nuzzling her pockets. He had to make sure she wasn't hiding any treats from him. 

“Your owner scared the life out of me last night” she admitted, pushing away the steaming muzzle. The animal, disinterested, moved away into the pasture, leaving her alone. 

She rubbed her tired face, feeling the sudden surge of strength give way to righteous fatigue. The pauses between breaths became longer, the icy air stung her throat, and fingers began to stiffen. A sleepless night hung over her thoughts like a hail cloud. Her strained back was unable to keep her straight. Not after she half-dragged the man across the courtyard to the doorstep. Finding a foreign soldier wounded and eaten alive by fever in the shed was certainly not part of her plans for this season. Nor for any other. Nevertheless, she couldn't leave him on his own. 

She looked through her fingers again towards the village. Maybe it was a good thing that the storm cut her off from the rest of the villagers. No one will be able to see what a stupid idea she came up with this time. 

She should check on her unexpected quest soon. His body needs food to fight the infection, even if it requires waking him up. She placed her hands on the fence, suddenly unsure whether she would have the strength to reach the door if she jumped off it. She glanced towards the building, gauging the distance just in time to see the door slide open. 

He crossed the threshold with surprisingly steady steps for someone who had been unable to get up on his own just a few hours earlier. Even more surprising was his coat, unbuttoned despite the icy weather. And worst of all was the gun pointed straight at her. 

The world froze and ashed. All she could hear was the rushing sound of the Sanzu River, which she was about to cross. For a second lasting a century, she looked back at all the mistakes she had made in her life, ending with the pale Russian pointing at her from the doorway of her own house. She let him in there herself. 

The gunshot shattered the frozen reality, throwing her to the ground. She felt no pain, didn't really feel anything. All she could hear was buzzing, drowning out everything else. From the distant world of the living, she could hear the panicked roars of startled animals, and much closer there was a high-pitched clamor. Maybe it's her own scream? She wasn't sure. She could already see her own body lying limp in the snow and a bloody stain growing around it. The first crimson drops had already started to caress her cheek. 

She closed her eyes, feeling sudden helplessness. All she could think were her poor goats, suddenly deprived of a loving owner. They were so mean and annoying that their new owner will immediately turn them into sausages. 

At least until a shadow passed over her eyelids and stray snow splashed onto her face. The man jumped over her, striking something out of her sight with the butt of his rifle. The clamoring sounded again, further this time, followed by another gunshot. Much less drastic than the first one. 

She felt more than heard the crunch of snow caving in under his shoes. Blue eyes appeared above her, just below worried eyebrows and slightly over scarred cheeks, marked with fresh blood. He fell into the snow at her side and yanked her to a sitting position. He stretched her arm, scanning it quickly, forcing her to turn her face to look at her cheek. Until she pushed him away. 

He gave her an irritated look, reigniting her anger. He just tried to shoot her. She should be the annoyed one. Worse. She should be dead. 

She looked at herself, but her coat bore no trace of blood. Just a few larger drops on the sleeve. She rubbed her hands over her torso, neck, everywhere. She didn't even find a bullet scratch anywhere. Then whose blood was it? 

She looked up at the man with lost gaze. Without a word, he raised his hand, pointing to a red shape surrounded by a bloody, steaming halo. Bared teeth still gleamed in a dead smile, the dark muzzle still marked with white foam, and the ruffled fur smoothed by the wind. A rabid dog. 

She looked back at the sharpshooter, still kneeling in the bloody snow marking the spot of the first shoot. Less than a meter from the place where she had just been sitting carelessly. 

He was aiming at the rabid dog. 

She drew a thin stream of breath through pursed lips and then punched him straight in the ribs, through a gap in his unbuttoned coat. 

This man will be the death of her. 

[nessinborderland]

I have a present

YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE

[jq37]

You gotta hand it to Fig. All of the Bad Kids were given foils this season and they got to decide how much they wanted to engage with that part of the plot. Gorgug only interacted with Mary Ann in passing despite them both being on the Owlbears. Fabian noped out of chatting up Ivy once she crossed a line with Mazey. Riz was so busy that he truly had no time to engage with Kipperlilly even though she's obsessed with him. Kristen interacted a bit with Buddy but spent way more time verbally sparring with Kipperlilly. And Adaine was somewhat interested in Oisin but never overtly acted on it.

But Fig?

She's in Ruben's WALLS. She's in his DREAMS. She's faking her alter emo's death. She's got the Fantasy FBI after her. She's SO SO tiny. No one is doing it like Fig's doing it.

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[countess-of-edessa]

the world is so fucked up and i can't help but think the damage is irreparable when i see people talking about how unusual and prudish it is to wait six to ten dates before having sex with someone. ten dates??? roughly like twenty five hours of interaction????? ten old timer burgers and mango iced teas from chilis equals sex?????? the possibility of pregnancy, STDs, emotional devastation, lifelong consequences, not to mention just straight up the possibility of getting murdered, with a STRANGER you have hung out with for maybe like two months???? and that's a LONG TIME???? and if you feel weird about that and don't want to do that that makes you NOT HETEROSEXUAL????? THATS AN ORIENTATION???? BECAUSE ITS SO OUTSIDE OF THE NORM OF HUMAN BEHAVIOR ????? i hate all of you i hate you i hate you i hate you every day i hate and I hate and I hate you

[beif0ngs]

THEY’RE BACK FOR ONE LAST RIDE

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[jangmi-latte]

personally i'm still here.

and where the fuck is his brother.

[toomanywordsnllines]

heyyyyyyy guess the new obsession...

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[star-bastard]

SHUT UP ABOUT THE ICE TWINK!!!! SHUT UP ABOUT THE ICE TWINK!!!!!

SOMEONE ELSE TALK ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!

[tumbleweed-run]

To Distraction

(18+, Explicit)

Gale’s been busy the last tenday, to the point you’re wondering if he’s not bewitched. He’s spent most of his days and evening in his study face buried in some tome or another. When you’d asked him what caught his attention about two days into the obsession he’d tried to explain but had a fit of ‘idea’ mid explanation and wandered off. 

He’s not being unkind. You still get kisses when he wakes and whenever you wander into the room to see he’s at least eating and drinking. He still crawls into bed for a few hours every night and holds you close. He tells you he loves you when you walk in and out of rooms. He just isn’t present it seems. 

You love his focus and most of the time his drive to learn and understand all things magic. You understood this would happen, you’d seen it with the crown long before you’d ever set foot in Waterdeep. But you hadn’t realized just how much you’d miss him and his attentions. 

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you also missed those attentions as well. 

In fact it’s been the entire tenday since the two of you were intimate. He barely sleeps as it is so propositioning him during the few hours your lying in bed together doesn’t seem the way to go. So you just haven’t been together in days. 

The idea sparks one morning as you’re perusing the shelves of his study while he’s completely lost within a book, the tea you brought him going cold on the desk. You find a book there. Not some archaic tome filled with the words of scholars but a rather modern little novel. A bawdy one at that. You surreptitiously slip it from the shelves and into your pocket. Though reasonably you probably could have told him you were taking it and he still wouldn’t have realized what you were doing. 

You spent much of the day reading Gale’s naughty little book of a lonely noblewoman and her black-hearted kidnapper turned seducer. It’s a raunchy book filled with explicit acts and does little to keep your mind from Gale. If anything, it makes the ache of missing him worse, well, it certainly makes the ache between your legs worse.

You’ve decided you’ve had enough. Gale is free to wrap himself up in whatever it is that’s caught his attention but not to the point he’s forgotten about you. 

That night you ignore your normal bedclothes in favor of a rather sheer nightgown. One better suited to a new bride on her wedding night. You’d felt silly buying it not long after moving to the city but it had been so lovely you couldn’t resist. Now you realize you’d given yourself an uncommon weapon against the loneliness you were feeling. 

When you slipped back into the study, Gale was writing something. He was surrounded by several candles to ward off the darkness of the evening, most of them close enough to pose a serious fire hazard to his clothes. 

“Good evening, my love,” He says, still focused on his desk. 

“Good evening,” you repeat, settling onto the little couch the two of you had dragged into the room.

Gale had wanted to make sure you could be comfortable in the room, give you a place to be when he was at the desk. It was a comfortable plush thing that was a dream to curl up on with a book or simply take a nap. More importantly, for tonight, Gale could see you from his desk. 

You rest back against the arm for a while, legs stretched out in front of you, watching him. No matter your apprehension about the sheer number of candles, the light did suit him unfairly. Then again you found most light suited him. 

You aren’t shy as you slowly begin dragging the hem of your nightgown up above your knees. Once it reaches your thighs you leave it rest, one hand continuing to trail upwards to your breast. You run a finger teasingly over a nipple coaxing it to hardness. 

Relaxing further back, you allow your head to rest on the arm of the sofa, no longer able to see Gale. Or see if Gale sees you. Even if he doesn’t right now, he will seen. 

You continue teasing your nipple, the hand on your thigh caressing gently. It’s not quite what you want. 

You want a much larger hand gently cupping your breast. You want its fingers, calloused from both weapons and quills, to be the ones gently pinching your nipple. Instead, it’s your smaller fingers making you gasp out loud as you do just that. 

Your other hand slowly makes its way up your thigh. You both do and don’t want to rush it, your toes curling into the soft cushion in agonizing anticipation. It feels a bit like torture to move so slowly but for every bit that this is for you it’s also for another reason. 

You close your eyes to resist lifting your head to see if he’s looking now. 

The thin fabric of your nightgown has been crumpled up to your waist. You draw up one knee and let the other fall open barely balanced on the sofa, baring yourself to the room. To him. 

You take a breath, trying to relax further. 

You slip a finger down in between your folds. You’re wet, you have been since finding that silly book. Or perhaps you have been for days because gods damnit why won't he touch you? Why has he somehow managed to ruin even touching yourself? 

Another breath. 

You imagine his hand, his fingers seeking out your clit to rub it in maddening little circles. 

You’re letting free shy little moans. The confidence you had in your plan is still there but its hard to undo a lifetime of modesty. 

It’s so easy to imagine it's him touching you while surrounded by so much of him. This room, even without Gale, would smell of him for years. 

You let your other hand drift to your ignored nipple. It’s already so hard that the fabric over your breast is pulled taut. You’re barely conscious of the whimper that is pulled from you when you flick your thumb across it. 

The fingers between your legs dip deeper, you press one inside of yourself. You can’t up but rock your hips into your hand, your one foot dropping to the floor to give you more room. You press your finger in as deep as the angle allows, moaning as the heel of your hand grinds into your clit. 

It’s the whisper of fabric against your leg that get you to open your eyes. 

Gale is standing above you. Eyes flicking between your hands as if he’s not really sure what he wants to watch the most. He’s looking at you with the same intensity with which you’ve seen him studying his books the last several days. 

Finally, finally, that beautiful brain is focused on you. 

He notices you watching him after a few moments. 

You boldly hold his gaze as you slip a second finger into yourself, the soft slick sounds brazenly announcing how wet you are. 

“Gale,” you whimper pinching your nipple.

He drops to his knees as if they’ve buckled out from under him at the sound of his name on your lips. You wince slightly for him. 

His gaze finally settles between your legs. He’s frozen that way for a second just watching you fuck yourself with your fingers. But then he reaches out and grabs your wrist, stilling your movements. 

“May I?” It’s more of a breath than a question. 

You consider being cruel and denying him his request but in the end it’s your own selfish desire for him that wins over. 

You slip your fingers out from between your thighs but before you can make any kind of decision Gale’s grip on your wrist guides them to his lips. 

Without hesitation and without shame he sucks them into his mouth. You both moan when he does. You can’t move, can’t think, as you watch him greedily clean the wetness from your fingers. 

Fuck, oh fuck.

You understand some things about men all of a sudden. 

He works on your fingers long enough that surely the only thing that could be left on them is his own saliva. Only then does he let you pull them from his mouth. 

He rests on hand on your knee and looks to you in silently pleading. As if there were any way you could possibly tell him no. 

You nod weakly. 

He positively dives into you with his mouth and the noise that comes out of yours is inhuman. 

He works on your clit with his tongue like a man starved. As if he’s decided the only thing that could possibly sustain him were your moans. He grabs your hips and drags you further towards him forcing your one leg to drape over his shoulder. 

You think you might die. 

You’re certain you will when he presses one of those fingers you were fantasizing about early into you. 

He’s near frenzied with how he fucks you with his mouth and fingers and yet no less skilled. 

Somehow in your fog you realize he’s moaning, his body rocking ever so slightly. And you realize, he’s touching himself as he devours you. 

It’s enough to push you over the edge. 

Your back bows and you can’t help but tangle your hands in his hair, drawing him even closer, grinding against his tongue and fingers as the waves of your climax take you. 

He stays there happily until you push him away, everything becoming too much all of a sudden. 

You’re panting as you reach for him and when you drag him to you, you find he is too. 

You kiss him until you no longer taste yourself. Until it’s just Gale on your tongue.

You reach down to grab him. Instead of finding him achingly hard he’s already beginning to soften. 

You pull back and raise an eyebrow. 

He clears his throat, a light pink color dusts his cheeks. “It’s ah, been a while,” he admits bashfully. 

“Who’s fault is that?” You meant it as a tease but the tone is just a touch to heavy for that. 

He has the decency to look properly chastised. You can see him mulling it over in his head before he abruptly stands tucking himself back into his pants. 

He nods. 

Then abruptly you’re lifted from the sofa. You squeak, arms flailing as you grab for his shoulders. 

“Allow me to properly make my amends,” he says searching your eyes. 

“I thought you just did?” You’re certain he did, even your imagination isn’t that good. 

Perhaps it's the way a candle flame catches in his eyes, or maybe it’s a flicker of mischief. “I believe I have several days to make amends for.”

[novantinuum]

somewhere up above the stars the wreckage of a Universe floats past

an AU ancient lonely god Steven I have. his moniker is Astra and I am obsessed with him right now.