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[inevesgf]

“come here, idiot” and oscar? 😇

"come here, idiot"⠀ + ⠀oscar piastri ⠀༉ ‧₊˚. ⠀prompt list here.

oscar comes to realize how wonderful of a chef his girlfriend is and wants to join in on the fun, though he can't bake to save his life.

content + warnings: oscar piastri + female reader, swearing, basically pure fluff. word count 1.1k+.

i fear oscar is so cutie i can't.. still working to plow out more of these blurbs so stay tuned x if you would like to find other works from this special or read my other works, click the link here ⋆��˚ ༘ * notes + reblogs are heavily appreciated and don't forget to tell me your thoughts via comment, reblog or ask.

the kitchen was alive with warmth and light, the morning sun spilling through the window and illuminating the scattered flour that dusted the counter. a cozy hum of hozier’s music played softly in the background, filling the air with a calming tone as you fished in the cabinet for ingredients. a tattered apron was tied snugly upon your waist, and you were certainly in your element as the aroma of vanilla and butter filled the air. 

baking was your santucary, a place where you felt free and at ease. if anything big or small was bothering you, you’d dive head first into some intricate recipe and bake the blues away. usually alone in the kitchen, you found yourself getting lost in the world of flour and sugar, whipping up pastries as if you were a five star chef, but you were quickly pulled out of your fantasy when a voice erupted, the tone laced with confusion.

“is it egg first or flour first?” oscar questioned, turning over to you as he raised a brow, holding the ingredients in his hands. a small laugh escaped your lips at his state, the boy's hair tangled in every which way as flour covered his apron. “it doesn’t matter, you know,” you teased, placing a small tube of vanilla extract on the counter next to him, “it’s all going in the same bowl, osc.”

you knew baking with your boyfriend wasn’t going to be all that easy, yet you didn’t expect him to be entirely clueless. growing up in a household full of girls, you were sure oscar had helped his mother out once or twice, but that clearly wasn’t the case – the boy was practically running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

“i don’t know how you do it,” oscar mumbled, trying to multitask between talking and cracking the egg delicately into the bowl, “you have to be so patient for this shit – what’s the fun in baking if you have to wait for the sweets? it’s no fun.” a joking tone fell from oscars lips as he discarded the empty egg shell into the trash bin, looking over at you with a smug look.

“that’s the fun part, you see, it’s like a little reward at the end of all your hard work,” you chuckled, smiling over at him softly. oscar swore up and down he was a big boy: able to follow the instructions and bake the cookies by himself, but he cleary wasn’t all that as he began to struggle. pouring some flour into the measuring cup, oscar raised a brow in confusion, his gaze looking similar to a baby who just saw its reflection for the first time. 

you playfully rolled your eyes, advancing towards oscar as if to offer help. “it’s not rocket science, osc,” a teasing tone poisioned your words, causing oscar to grumble and step to the side, “let me show you.” you moved gracefully over to oscar, your apron tied securely as you began to measure out flour with careful precision. you poured it into a mixing bowl, the powder puffing gently into the air. oscar huffed out, baffled at how you could do this so effortlessly, his gaze focused intently on the task at hand.

“see?” you hummed, “easy-peasy.” to which oscar found himself grumbling once more, coming back over to the bowl as he picked the spoon up from the flour covered cabinet. “can’t you just work the magic while i stand here and look pretty?” he teased, shoving the spoon into the bowl, “i can be your second-hand – toss the ingredients to you.”

a small laugh fell from your lipsticked lips again as you hummed, shaking your head back and forth. “i mean, you’d be great help, but this is supposed to be bonding time, remember? not myself baking while you sit and watch,” you joked, splashing a tad of vanilla into the bowl oscar began to stir, using his muscles to blend the thick batter. 

“i’m not great help, you know,” oscar laughed, huffing to blow the hair away from his forehead, the strands falling lazily as it clouded his view, “can’t keep myself together enough to bake.” you found yourself chuckling at his words once more, tightening the apron before lazily pushing the strand away from his amber eyes. 

you hummed again, leaning your body against the table, studying him softly as he blended the mixture in the bowl. the morning sunlight peered through the window, the suns rays illuminating the most miniscule of oscar’s features. you couldn’t help but oogle at the way his muscles flexed, the tiny freckles decorating his forearm comparable to the details on a roman statue.

“you may not be great help, but you’re wonderful company,” you teased, your eyes dancing over his face as his eyes looked over to you, a small smile overtaking his visage, “and i’ll pay you handsomely with these cookies for helping out even a little.” as if your words were the best hums of thought he had ever heard, the smile on oscar’s face only grew larger, a satisfied whistle falling past his lips as he mixed the batter.

oscar finished stirring the mixture, bringing the spoon to his lips as he looked you dead in the eye, his eagerness to piss off his ‘master-chef’ girlfriend promiment in his actions. keeping the spoon close to his lips, oscar stuck his tongue out, savoring the rich flavor as he licked the spoon clean. though as oscar relished the moment, a generous dollop of the batter betrayed him, slipping from the spoon as it landed squarely on his cheek.

startled slightly from the cold batter making contact with his skin, oscar froze, his eyes widening in surprise as a chuckle slipped past his lips. he glanced in your direction, your laughter bubbling up like the batter itself – bright and infectious. 

“come here, idiot,” in a moment of playful tenderness, you stepped forward, brushing the batter off his cheek with the soft pad of your thumb. your touch lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, causing even the man you loved for years to blush deeply at the affection.

“there,” you spoke, smiling as you wiped your finger on a nearby dish towel, “now you’re ready to keep baking, chef osc.” oscar grinned, the playful banter hanging in the air like the sweet scent of the cookie batter.

the atmosphere was charged with a loving intimacy, a sense of joy enveloping the two of you. the laughter and warmth radiating between both of you felt as sweet as the pastries you were making, binding they two of you together in a dance where you played teacher.  it didn’t matter to you as you grew patient with oscar and his lack of baking skills, helping him step by step. even if he couldn’t use something as simple as a measuring cup, he was still your new baking buddy – one that didn’t fail to make you laugh as he made a mess of your small kitchen.

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[ghouldump]

Trick or Treat | Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ sneaking into the supposedly empty townhouse, you are met by a surprise

literally something fun and random since we’re officially in spooky season 😆🎃

“what are you supposed to be?” the random girl asked, as you stood in the mirror, applying the burgundy lipstick.

“a vampire,” you said, sitting the stick down to reach and tighten your corset.

“could've had me fooled, i thought you were a hooker,” she cackled, while you frowned.

“and you are?”

“poision ivy-

“are you sure though, because it’s giving fiona in shrek forever after,” you said, the rest of your friends laughing, while she frowned, storming out of the crowded bathroom.

“bitch,” you mumbled, watching the door as she walked away.

you had allowed your friends to drag you to the nightclub, the prices were half off for those with costumes, which is why you dressed up to begin with. you loved to party, but not tonight, not when you intended on binge-watching all of your favorite halloween movies you'd seen too many times to count.

“i’ll be back, i need some air,” you mumbled, leaving the restroom before any of your friends could stop you.

stepping outside, you sighed, it was refreshing to be out of the humid building. the wind blowing in the night sky, as the tourist crowded the french quarters. you didn’t see the hype, everything was always overpriced — but your friends insisted, claiming all of the potential hook ups would be in the club tonight.

“y/n, are you okay?” kasey, a close friend, came out of the club, her eyebrows slightly raised.

“i’m fine, i’m just not feeling it, i think i’ll catch an uber home,” you said.

“i can bring you-

“no, i don’t want to ruin tonight, i’ll text you when i’m home, you have fun,” you told her, hugging her as she nodded.

“see you later,” she said, going back into the building.

opening the app on your phone, you were about to type in your address, when the voice caught your attention.

“this is the house of the famous rockstar, lestat de lioncourt, he claims to be a vampire,” the tour guide said excitedly, as you slowly approached the group.

“do you think it’s true?”

“well, new orleans has always been a strange place, so we can’t be sure — but he could have a potential ancestor who’s name was also lestat, who moved here, from france,” the guide explained, making you look at the large townhouse.

you were just now hearing about this. you had seen the rockstar a few times in the media, but you had no idea he lived in new orleans. there was too much history from all over the city, to be fascinated by one individual, who could have been a vampire.

pretending to be on your phone, you waited until the group moved along before you slipped past the fence, and went to the door. twisting the knob, you were surprised to find the door unlocked. were they not afraid people would sneak into this house?

shutting the door behind yourself, you turned on your phone’s flashlight, and walking through the house. first, the living room, vintage, yet timeless, each piece of furniture, costly in price. thousands of books, most you hadn’t even heard of, your fingers lightly dragged across them. moving upstairs, you stopped at the first door, twisting the knob, but realized, it was locked.

going to the second door, you entered the master bedroom, eyeing the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, you walked from corner to corner, touching any and everything, when you accidentally triggered a lever — opening a hidden room. seeing a singular coffin, you gasped.

the rumors seemed to likely be true, you couldn’t wait to get home and text the group chat about this. turning to leave, you jumped back, as your flashlight was pointed at the blonde man, who stood around six feet, with peculiar blue eyes.

“oh my goodness, you scared the hell out of me,” you said, making him grin. his expression was sending chills down your spine.

“it isn’t nice to enter someone’s home without their permission,” he said, as you stared into his eyes, it dawned on you, that this was the rockstar…who is a vampire.

“i am so sorry, i wasn’t thinking, but i really need to get going-” you went to move around him, when he moved in front of you, the lights turning on. he hadn't even touched the switch, and yet the room had lit up in an instant.

“i can’t just let you leave, not after what you’ve seen,” he said, smiling as you backed away.

“i won’t tell anyone, i don’t know why i-

“shh, shh, you’re so afraid,” he said, his smiling growing, as he reached to touch your pounding heart.

“please don’t hurt me,” you shut your eyes, turning your head.

“trick or treat”

“excuse me?” you opened your eyes, facing him.

“trick or treat, let’s determine if you deserve to leave so freely,” he tilted his head.

“treat,” you gulped, as he grinned, his fangs showing.

“are you supposed to be a vampire?” he asked suddenly, chuckling.

“y-yes” he was the first person to get it right all night, in the first guess.

“i mean, i see it, but it’s a bit stereotypical, don’t you think,” he said, crossing his arms, as he examined the costume.

“where did you get it?” he reached, tracing the fabric.

“spirit…halloween,” you said, as he rolled his eyes.

“that explains why it feels so cheap,” he said before he was back staring at you.

“please don’t kill me”

“you’re an eccentric human, your thoughts are so complex, i think i’ll keep you around,” he said, moving closer. your thoughts were like a storm, conflicting, while intriguing.

“mister-

“don’t worry, chèrie, you are destined for a treat unlike any other,” he said, pulling you closer, his fangs sinking into your neck.

“is it still ringing? i can try calling her,” kasey stressed, a few hours into the morning, she realized you never texted her. the sun was now setting, and they were scrambling to get in contact with you.

meanwhile, in the luxurious townhouse, hidden in the secret room — lestat laid in his coffin. your phone lay on the counter, ringing for the millionth time, but you didn’t hear it. straddling his lap, there was a light thumping from the shifting of the coffin. your moans filled the walls, as lestat traced up your pretty skin, now covered with the beauty marks of his fangs.

coming down from the euphoric state, you leaned down, kissing his soft lips. moaning, you giggled as he kissed from your lips, onto your neck, before his fangs were back in your neck. your eyes rolled back, moaning at the feeling. while it hurt, the first few times, there was only pleasure now.

pulling away, you stared into lestat’s eyes, kissing his lips, tasting the iron from your blood. you couldn't help but admire the amount of control lestat had over himself.

“will you turn me into a vampire?” you asked him, as his hand went to your neck, tracing down to your shoulder.

“do you want to be a vampire?” he asked, as his hand moved back up, laying against your cheek, as you nodded.

“when i was younger, i used to pretend to be one,” you admitted.

“prove yourself to me, and we can discuss the possibility,” he said, as you pecked his lips once more, nodding in understanding.

“can i have your autograph, my friend are probably losing their minds, and i need a really good reason why i haven't reached out,” you told him, your nails trailing down his chest.

“of course, but i expect to see you back tomorrow night,” he said matter of factly, holding your hand, as you carefully stood.

going to your phone, your eyes widened at the number of calls and messages. “oh my-i don't think that will be enough, they’ll probably hate me after this,” you stressed, flenching, as he ended up behind you in a matter of seconds.

“tell them you were busy, stuck in a game of trick or treat,” he winked, as you nodded, beginning to get dressed. grabbing a marker, he signed your cleavage and sent you on your way, fully expecting you back in the next few hours.

god, you loved halloween.

i can't decide if i prefer a happy ending, or angst, like ughh

[sarawritestories]

Hi! Can I request a xaden riorson X reader angst ?

Ask and you shall receive!

A Dragon Without its Rider is a Tragedy

Xaden Riorson X Reader

1000 Followers Celebration Post!

Summary: Xaden and you are on a mission where everything goes wrong.

Content Warning: Blood, Poisioning Main Character Death, Angst.

This is a short one but packed with Angst.

Word count 731

1000 follower Celebration Masterlist

Tags: @garricks4thwingqueen

My blood begins to burn as the poison, from the dagger currently residing in my abdomen, courses through my veins. Liam is hovering over me, his face in and out of my focus, but I’m glad it’s his face and not of the venin’s snarling face that sunk his dagger in me. When my eyes focus on the blonde’s handsome face is riddled with guilt.

I watch as a venin sneaks up behind Liam. Dagger at the ready, my feet were moving before my mind could properly think through all the options. Liam will not die today. I shoulder Liam knocking him over as the blade pierces through my flesh. I scream out in pain as I watch Venin’s grin turn into something sinister as she sinks the blade deeper into my stomach. The venin flees before Liam can kill her.

“Why would you do that for me?” He asks as I begin cough harshly. The sounds of battle erupting behind us.

The agonizing roar of my dragon floods my ears. I whimper as Liam loops his arms under mine and begins to drag me over. My limbs start to feel numb unaware of the rocks digging into my skin. Breathing is becoming difficult with every inhale, “Sloane needs you, Liam.” I wheezed. Liam gently leaning me against a tree trunk. My eyes begin to grow heavy. “Tell Xaden-“

Liam shakes his head, “Tell him yourself, he is on his way. Just stay with me.” He grips my hand lacing his fingers between mine. “You will not let go of my hand; help is coming.”

The ground shakes, as two dragons land on the ground in front of us. my Red clubtail laid her head so her nose brushed my foot.  Hang on, Little one. I groan. Glancing at the second dragon, my vision blurs, but I know that shade of blue anywhere, “Sgaeyl.” Sharp pain overtakes my body as I cry out squeezing Liam’s hand. My eyes feel extremely heavy, I allow them to close and lean my head back.

I feel a hand cup my face, fingers lightly tapping my face. “Hey, stay with me, sweetheart.” Xaden’s voice breaks through though his voice sounds like we are underwater.  My eyes creak open and for a brief moment I meet his gold fleck Onyx eyes.

“Xaden.” I whisper utilizing my vocal cords becoming a strenuous act.

He wipes my damp hair from my forehead. “Shhh, we will get you to a healer, love, I just need you to stay with me.”

“I’m …so …tired.” I whimper, “I…Need…to…tell you…” I cough and Xaden rubs my back.

“No. No goodbyes.” Xaden whispers, “We will get you help,” I note that his voice cracks. Another wave of pain causes me to wince.

“Stop…Lying…” I give him a weak smile, trying to blink.  “We…don’t…have... a lot of…Time…” I try to reach for him, but my arm won’t move. As if sensing what I want he lifts my hand and places my palm on his tan cheek.

“As your Wing Leader, I command you to live.”

“When…have… I…ever…Listened…to…you...” He laughs as tears stream down his cheeks, and he presses his forehead to mine. “I…Lo” I try to take a deep breath as chills overtake my body. “I…love…You…”

“I love you too.” Xaden presses his lips to mine. “Fuck, don’t leave me.” He sniffles.  My dragon gave a low whine...

“I’m…Sorry…” I wince once more. “Liam.” Xaden moves, so the blonde can be in my line of site. “No…Regrets…”

Liam kiss my forehead, “It’s been an honor being your friend.”

“No…The…Honor…is…mine.

Another whine from my dragon as she nudges my foot.  Hey you.

Hello, Little One. I’m sorry I could not protect you.

It’s not your…fault… I …loved…being…your..rider..

And I loved being your dragon. Close Your eyes, Little one. Don’t fight it anymore. We’ll be okay.

I lean back my head against the wall. “Hold Me.” I whisper, closing my eyes as I do. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me the burning no longer there replaced by a cool numbness, the chills.

“I don’t want to do this without you.”

I can’t even bring myself to smile. “Try…Live… Love…”

He presses his head to mine as Liam still grips my hand. Darkness consumes me, the sounds of a dragon roaring the last thing I hear before walking into the welcoming arms of Malek.

[ghost-bxrd]

hope you feel better soon wrote some haapy batfam i hope will cheer you up..

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"This is going to be the best prank in the history of pranks." Wally snickered, watching Dick pour out the windex from the bottle. "I know, I know. You have to stay hidden while you record it though. I don't want B to see you." Once all the windex was out, Dick started filling the bottle with water and then pouring it out, making sure it was really clean. "He's going to get so mad, you know that right?" Wallu was fiddling with the video camera he found. It got way better quality videos than any other regular camera, so when wally and Dick would watch back the footage after, it would be more like a movie.

"Yeah, I know. But, it'll be so worth it in the end. Okay, we're ready!" Dick exclaimed after pouring in the blue Gatorade. Wally was literally vibrating with excitement as he followed Dick into the Cave. Bruce would be back in about 5 minutes, and he had told Dick to wait in the cave for him so they could work on a suit upgrade. Wally raced to hide behind one of the unfinished suits turning on the video camera and trying to hold in his laughter. Dick took out his phone and scrolled through Tumblr, liking about every post complimenting Nightwing. Bruce strolled in casually, wearing a very formal suit and black sunglasses. Hed just arriced from dealing with bruce wayne things "Ready to get to work?" He asked, pulling the sunglasses off to look Dick in the eyes. "Sure, lemme just get a quick drink." Dick murmured, and Bruce waited patiently as Dick walked over to the workbench where there was the windex bottle.

Wally was almost choking on his muffled laughter, trying to hold the camera straight. Dick unscrewed the top of the bottle, and Bruce tilted his head to the side, obviously confused. Dick tilted the bottle back and drank the Gatorade, successfully hiding his large smile.

A moment passed.

Bruce lunged at Dick and almost knocked the bottle out of his hands. "Dick That's poisonous! You know that" Bruce was rightfully horrified, attempting to grab the bottle away. Dick was pulling it back, and managed to get another sip in. "Dick, STOP! What  is wrong with you? Did you get gassed... mind controlled?" Bruce was trying his best to analyse but it was getting a little hard to stop his voice was from shaking. Was the kid TRYING to kill himself? He tried to channel his batman persona but a situation like this called for bruce the dad not batman the knight.

"It's good!" Dick pointed out, taking another sip of it. Bruce ripped the bottle out of his hands and poured it all on the floor, not even caring about the mess. Alfred could clean it up later. Why had dick done thia? Out of all his children hed expect eithier tim or Jason to be the one to deliberarley injest poision not Dick. "Dick! We have to get you to the Medbay now! I cannot believe you just did that. We have to get your stomach pumped, and you must be drunk or something to think that Windex is able to be consumed by humans." Bruce or was it batman growled, pulling Dick toward the door before Wally burst out laughing, and so did Dick "O-Oh my god, I cannot! That was so much better than even I could imagine!" Wally choked out between laughs, and Dick was rolling on the floor laughing. What is going on?" Bruce demanded That only made him laugh harder and Wally stopped filming, setting the camera on the workbench. "It was a prank, old man! There's Gatorade in the bottle, not Windex." Dick explained, motioning to the spilled liquid on the floor. That was when it made sense.

Dick recieved the infamout Batglare.

Dick stood up and sat on the couch, hiccupping with laughter still. Wally sat beside him and they high fived, laughing. "You're going to give me gray hairs. Im telling Alfred"

"Sorry, B but it was just too funny of an idea to pass up." Dick had stopped laughing, but still had a bright smile on his face. 

"No Cereal for a Month Master Dick" Alfred announced from upstairs.

Dick looked horrified.

Wally started laughing again, and fell off the couch.

Omg yesssss peak humor!!! Unfounded fears and gremlin Robin!!!! This made me grin so hard thank you so much 💚💚💚💚

I can just see Bruce’s “no thoughts, head empty” look when he sees Dick drink the windex. And then scene computes. And he’s like that terrified pet owner who just saw his beloved companion swallow plastic and is just trying to pry his jaw open, yelling “WHATCHA GOT IN YOUR MOUTH!?” And “SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!”

Bruce totally has five more gray hairs after this ordeal 😭🤣

[thequeerwizardcouncil]

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Also we do know there are many council plans on delay, but don't worry they will be finished in due time

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[adobe-outdesign]

Venonat line review if it hasn't been done yet?

Venonat is honestly a pretty underrated Pokemon. I really like how it's a bug-type, but it's an ambiguous little ball of fur with compound eyes and antennae instead of a specific kind of insect. On top of that, it's pretty cute despite the non-conventional design, what with its little hands and big 'ol eyes. The colors are also nice, contrasting bright pink accents with a dark purple base. No complaints here.

I don't know why, but a lot of butterfly and moth Pokemon tend to be pretty bland with only a few exceptions, and unfortunately Venomoth isn't one of them. What made Venonat unique in my eyes was the simple abstract design—so when it evolves into a fairly normal moth, it looses most of the interest it had and doesn't really replace it with anything notable. It is known for scattering poison with its scales, which is interesting, but that doesn't factor into the design—in fact, nothing in the design really even suggests it's a poision-type.

There's a common conspiracy theory that Venomoth and Butterfree were switched during Gen 1's development. For the record, the entire Caterpie line have correctly numbered internal IDs, pointing to them being added all at once; however, they could've always been switched back when they were designed on paper, long before they were programmed into the game.

That said, a lot of Gen 1 designs do just share similar elements. I do think that it's entirely possible that the similarities are just sheer coincidence; like, just look at Dragonite and Charizard sharing the same color palette, or how many lines have the exact same eye shape. Don't get me wrong, we can't know for certain either way; but I do find it annoying how people insist that the lines had to have been swapped, which shows very little understanding of Gen 1's development, especially when it's argued that the switch was somehow accidental.

(If you really want to make things confusing: Venonat's sprite was downscaled at some point, indicating that it originally wasn't even supposed to evolve. Also, some early Venomoth art shows it being blue with multiple yellow spots on its wings.)

ANYWAY, I only point this out because A) people will bring it up if I don't, and B) regardless if the theory is true or not, Venonat and Venomoth have a lot more in common than people seem to realize. The long fur off of Venonat's head becomes the spikes on Venomoth's head, the hands are still clutched to the abdomen, they both have fangs, and they're both furry. I don't think that Venomoth doesn't fit as Venomoth's evolution or anything; I just think Venomoth is merely boring compared to it.

Overall, Venonat's pretty solid, but Venomoth is relatively boring—I think the best thing that could be done for this line is regionals. I'd almost suggest just doing what Galarian Meowth does by making a regional Venonat that keeps with the more unique body shape; though then again, I'd feel kind of bad if Venonat got forgotten. Regardless, this line definitely feels like it could be revisited to make it more memorable.

[sentient-tent]

I do a bit of painting and I quite enjoy learning about the different pigments and their properties, like what color, transparency, particle size, particle shape, or tinting strength.

when you mix paints together the properties of the pigments come into play in some complex ways sometimes.

So its helpful to know what pigments are in your paint.

Like if you mix cerulean blue and pyrole red you will get a mid tone muddy brownish purple. but Alizarin crimson and Ultramarine will give you a near black super vibrant purple.

Most of that has to do with how transparent the pigment is.

when you mix opaque colors the hue and brightness tend towards averaging out. And saturation goes down.

When you mix transparent pigments they mix to be darker than the sum of their parts and the saturation is usually maintained.

Or like most yellow pigments tend to be quite weak. so like to make a middlish green you might put 1 part phthalo blue to 20 parts hansa yellow. But for cadmium yellow might use like 5 parts instead.

Also there's interesting bits of history like when Egyptian mummies were used for paint and spices, in the case of Caput Mortuum or Mummy Brown.

Paris green is an arsenic based pigment that served double duty as rat poision. That is one of the most deadly things ever used for paint. Not sure if that's worse than the radioactive radium paint used in gun sights and watch dials in WW2.

Although much of the danger from the radioactive paint was process based, As the united states radium corporation had the radium girls lick the brushes to keep the points sharp. And had systematically dismissed health issues and gas lit workers with fake medical examinations.

[rdiowx]

Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

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KINKTOBER 2023!

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GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

nothin yet

PILOT KELSON

nothin yet

DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

[letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse]

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Your screams of pain sound all too familiar to the First Mate.

A/N: This chapter is short and sweet but I think it nicely moves yours and Izzy's dynamic in a new direction.

Content Warning: mentions of injuries, trauma, blood, self-harm and angst. I think that's everything. This series is 18+, so minors dni. Go away (politely).

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, REPUBLISH, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. I DO NOT OWN OFMD OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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"Are you okay now, Izzy?"

Gods, what a question to be asking him, the First Mate thought bitterly, as he failed to meet you concerned gaze, all the while sitting stoically in a chair beside your bed. You had dared reach for his hand only moments prior, but that had merely resulted in the silver-haired pirate flinching away from your touch.

It hurt to see him so closed off and unreachable, as he paid mind to whatever unpleasant thoughts were undoubtedly running through his head. A never-ending torment that sneered venomous poision and jeered at how he had once again letting you down.

He was a fucking coward, the First Mate concluded, as his attention trailed from the sight of his bitten down nails, towards the vivid world beyond the window. Despite the butter yellow warmth, Izzy felt chilled to the bone. The cold reminiscent of his time in the row boat, when he had searched for the overboard body of Pete, below the tumultuous, midnight blue waves.

A shiver ran through him, shaking up his already fragile insides. Gods, his constitution felt gossamer thin. The unshakeable Israel Hands, reduced to a snivelling, faint-hearted...twat, all because he could not steel his nerve long enough to be unaffected by your screams. Oh, how you had begged him to stop the doctor. The heartbreaking deals you had been willing to make in those tortuous moments. The deals with the devil, you had bargained in return for your freedom from the pain you had endured- all equally distressing for the poor pirate. The sight of blood and a limb at risk had been too much for Izzy to handle. Too similar to his own fate upon the Revenge, all those many moons ago.

His name had fallen so saccharine sweet and full of longing from your chapped lips, while a contrasting frown marred your enviable features, as the First Mate had abruptly fled from the room but even your desperate calls for his return were admittedly, not enough to drown out the ghosts of long before. The smell of rotting flesh, of gunshots wounds and putrid blood, had haunted him all down the hallway, as he put as much distance between himself and you.

Despite his wanting to be by your side, the overwhelming recollection of his own suffering had become too much for the First Mate to handle alone. Surprisingly, he had found solace from those he often held in contempt. The crew of the Revenge had welcomed him with open arms and even softer reassurances. He hated it. Loathing their pitiful gazes and attempts to console his traumatised mind.

It had to be some kind of sick joke. You were the one who needed comfort. Needed soothing words to inspire strength. He wondered, in his shameful absence, who had taken his place to hold you hand. Both Captains had be present to witness his act of cowardice but they were too busy holding your writhing body in place. Come to mention it, he had no laid eyes upon Buttons, when the rest of the crew had come to his aid. Had the mystic been by your side?

"Izzy, please speak to me." you implored, anticipating your request to be met with further silence, but the pirate surprised you this time.

"I didn't mean to leave you again. Gods, I'm..." he could not even finish his apology. The words felt so hollow, so insincere in the wake of his cowardice. How many more times was he to utter 'I'm sorry' to you? How many more times would you forgive him until you reached your limit and showed him the door? Or perhaps you would always accept his regretful acknowledgement, and he would abuse such a kindness time and time again, like the detestable creature he was. Never knowing when to stop and only ever pushing at everyone's boundaries until they snapped and showed him no mercy. What would such a punishment look like at your hand, the pirate wondered.

He was entitled to your wrath and yet, why the fuck were you being so nice to him? Talking calmly and handing him a cloth to wipe his tears. Wait, when had he started crying? Salt water tracked down the weary man's face, as you pressed a torn piece of rag into his hand, urging him to wipe away the evidence of sorrow. "I know." you said with such simplicity and ease, conveying all your understanding and acceptance so concisely in two singular words. Your tone completely devoid of any judgement or resentment.

The look of innocent consolation sent an involuntary flare of anger through the silver-haired pirate, igniting his quick fire rage in an instant. "Don't fucking agree with me." his hissed, eyes ablaze with disgust. Not for you. No, the abhorrance was not really directed towards you. Izzy was digusted with his own actions but old habits died hard. Lashing out at the nearest person, whether by tongue or by sword, was second nature to him. "Don't...don't be so fucking nice all the time. Just for once, would you shout at me? Push me away. Be selfish, be-be angry! Scream at me. Fucks sake, hurt me even. Treat me how I fucking deserve to be treated!" he implored you, breathless at his own admission. Chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

He craved the pain. The familiar sting of a slap or a bite- whichever you were willing to provide. It was a language he spoke well. Violence spoke all of the words he coukd not voice. A punch, a kick, a hand around his throat. Izzy knew what they represented, he understood their deeper meaning. You and that Stede fucking Bonnet, with all your 'talking it through as a crew' bullshit. That was the true enigma for the First Mate. Emotions were battled channelled through actions, rather than whatever drivel the Gentleman Pirate could ever babble on about.

Except, there was no retaliation on your part. No breaking him into submission. Just a watery gaze and a trembling lips at his confession. Dual hearts broke in succession.

You anguish derived from the pirate's self-hatred. Did he truly believe he was only worthy of such brutality? You detested those who had come before you, cursing every reprobate whom had dared enforce the darkness, that stoked Izzy's requirement for punishment. To add insult to injury, he longed for such cruelty to be delivered by your own hands. As if you could ever dare lay a finger upon his persons, that was anything other than a gentle caress or a squeeze of a hand. You may have been a pirate but never would anyone envisage such savagery from you. Your stomach turned at the mere thought of harming your beloved. "But you told me off for giving you a hug."

The sight of you so sad, made the ache in Izzy's chest double to the point of agony. Surely sorrow of such a magnitude would break through his ribcage and spill onto his obsidian black shirt? Whatever darkness had dwelled within him dissipated like mist upon the rolling ocean. Shoulders slumped forwards, as the First Mate reached forward, using the cloth you had handed him to wipe your own face. He could have wept when you leaned into his touch. Even after begging you to treat him like the dog he was, you still responded with a level of compassion, that completely flummoxed the pirate. "Why're you so bloody kind?" he whispered, truly wanting you to answer him.

Then, in that same sweet voice, you responded with a heartfelt truth. Five mere words that Izzy wished to have tattooed upon his body, across his heart. "You inspire it in me."

And with that, the First Mate vacated his chair and gathered you in his arms, mindful of your injured arm. Cradling you to his chest, he kept you close, savouring your warmth and softness- such a contrast to him own gruff and jaded exterior. "You stupid, wonderful, infuriating..." the sweet nothings continued, as he pressed a rough, chaste kiss to your forehead. The first of many, you hoped.

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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. Genuine curiosity, what would you like to happen next?

[splatzer9]

Kendra (the blue ant girl) belongs to @i-ate-rat-poision-poptart , and no she's not dead.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

YO OK OK I just saw "You were... lying." and felt I had to send an ask in for it, if you're still doing it. If inspiration strikes it gives me... angst vibes. I don't really have a specific turtle in mind, but I do belive there's a lack of both Mikey and Donnie angst out there.

Pick your poision (turtle) >:)

Ummm HI NINNO!!!

Yes, I also saw this on the list and was immediately thinking pain

I LOVE WRITING ANGST so thank you for this!!

*cackles manically* >:)))

Mikey x reader (no specific iteration) aged up turts

cheating reader, FEELINGS ARE HURT, angst, swears

The flowers fell from Mikey’s hand, dropping to the floor in a clump of petals, stems and broken dreams as he stared at you, unbelieving, at your confession. 

“..wait…what..?” His voice was a strangled whisper as he tried to speak past the lump in his throat. “..what do you mean… you have a…a boyfriend?”

You wiped at the tears on your cheeks, the tracks never-ending as the despair poured from your soul, dripping onto your shirt like stars in the sky.

It was Friday- your date night, and he had practically flown all the way from the lair to pick you up; but he was early. 

He had been so excited when he slid through the window; gift and heart in hand, a smile glowing on his cheeks.

But he wasn’t supposed to be here. 

Not yet. 

He had stopped in place immediately in your living room after spotting the framed photos of you and your boyfriend on the coffee table. 

And you had explained.

Or tried.

“Mikey, I..” You choked back a sob as you looked up at him from your seat on the couch, his once bright blue eyes now murky with the wetness of misery. “I’m sorry, baby- it’s complicated, we’re not officially broken up yet, but-”

He turned as abruptly as he came, eyes ripping away from yours with disgust as he strode quickly back towards the window, body tense and vibrating.

I can’t lose him.

“Mikey, please-” Your hand shot out, catching his wrist with a trembling grip. “Please, I…you have to believe me.”

Please don’t leave me. 

His blues were now ice as he turned his gaze over his shoulder, glaring at where your hands lingered on his skin. 

He shook his arm free. 

“You… have a boyfriend.” His eyes slid back up to yours, voice gritted through teeth and sharp. 

You couldn’t hold back the sob in your throat any longer, but nodded. 

He deserved the truth. 

“You were… lying…this whole time.”

His eyes were daggers as he glared at you now, hurt and anger swelling behind them and threatening to overflow. 

“You let me fall in love with you. And this whole time….” Mikey’s voice trailed off as his words lodged in his throat, frozen, his eyes flicking away from you to look at the city through your window. 

Please don’t leave me too, Mikey.

He raised the glass pane, slamming it up in the frame as he spit his words into the brisk night air. 

“..Fuck you.”

You collapsed to the floor of your apartment as you watched his shadow leap over rooftops, out of your life forever. 

The love of your life. 

Gone.

Hope you liked it! Thank you sm for sending it in and saying hi!!

tagging the squad: @thelaundrybitch, @sophiacloud28, @the-cauldron-witch, @zombiesnips-blog, @4evrdreamin5

[agentc0rn]

Recently redesigned two of my fake "regional forms" and wanted to show off others the way it was from before. Felt like in a fakemon mood.

Spider lily - lilygant: dark/grass (?)

Blue Dragon Slug - Gastrodon - poision/water

Angelic Arboliva - Flying/Psychic

Dandelitomb - grass/flying

original post:

[marinasdiamand]

Marina's setlist at Hyde Park in London on July 13th, 2024.

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

Venus Fly Trap

Froot

Are You Satisfied??

I Am Not a Robot

Oh No!

Purge the Poision

Hollywood

Man's World

Blue

I'm a Ruin

How to Be a Heartbreaker

Primadonna

Bubblegum Bitch

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Fallen King

Wanted to share some stuff that was cut of of the final thing for chapter 5.

Beast Akutugawa asking that if his sister is Beast Atsushi's secretary now, does that mean Beast Atsushi is the new Port Mafia Boss?

He does add that he's not mad just curious--the same line Beast Oda will say to Beast Akutugawa in regards to meeting someone (Beast Atsushi) at the cafe.

Beast Atsushi confirming it and thinking about how he probably should be more careful about his identity given he was in enemy terrority.

Being the White Reaper being near the Agency is bad enough. Nevermind that he's also the Port Mafia's Boss.

But that he can't bring himself to care. All being the Boss does is put another target on his back which... Foreshadowing 👀

He notes that the Port Mafia don't know he's here, he's here alone and somewhat injured but that even if the Agency were to attack he'd survived worse.

He thinks that the Agency probably wouldn't attack given Beast Atsushi knows that they know he's here. And that they have yet to intervene.

Even saying he spotted blue eyes watching him as he approached the building (Beast Oda.)

Beast Atsushi thinks about how he doesn't believe Beast Akutugawa would try to trap or hurt him.

Given he seems like a good person and Beast Atsushi is keeping his sister safe.

There's a point where Beast Atsushi thinks about how the only trap they could really spring on him now would be if his coffee is poisoned.

But he dismisses that thought on Beaat Akutugawa's good character.

And that the cafe guy would've had to find a poision Atsushi couldn't identify. Which, highly unlikely given Beast Dazai has trained Beast Atsushi to identify every poison he knew off.

Implying Beast Dazai has poisoned Beast Atsushi's food and drink before.

These might be used at a later time, they just didn't fit in what I wanted from this chapter.

But I wanted to share anyway.

[battlemaiden13]

OKAY OKAY, yandere house! But you took all the covers and pillows and made yourself a corner somewhere to just relax under a pile. Like all the covers, from all the skeles and a lot of the pillows, how screwed are you? Reactions?

Sans -Doesn’t notice. He can see what you're doing on the cameras but the skeleton hardly sleeps in his bed so he wouldn’t notice the missing sheets nor that you are using them to build a ceiling. He has no issue with you making this pillow fort as long as he can still see you somehow. If not he’ll just move some blankets no biggy. 

Papyrus -He thinks this looks like a lot of fun and actually wants to help you build and expand the fort. He brings you even more pillows and blankets and the fort just keeps expanding. Some of the other skeletons even join in, there's a small war over land, you get to watch a movie. It’s a real cozy time. 

Red -He makes a joke about how if you wanted to be in his sheets you were more than welcome before lying down with you. He doesn’t really care that you stole the bed sheets or that your making a fort with them but he will not be helping clean up this mess. 

Edge -As long as his sheets are back, clean and bed made by the time he wants to go to sleep he has no issue with it. If they however have not been returned by this time there may be some words, or more accurately a home made poision smoke bomb that he has been wanting to test lobbed into the fort. 

Blue -Don’t steal from this monster you lunatic! You had plenty of blankets and pillows in your own room. There was no need to piss him off but now you have. He insists that if you like the fort so much you can stay there for the next three days. If you had just asked it would have been fine but since you stole them like a little thief you will be punished. I hope you brought snacks and incorporated the bathroom into your fort because if not your screwed. 

Orange -Asks if he can help. He thinks it's cute that you're making a blanket fort, you can keep his blankets for all he cares, it’s not like he hasn’t slept on worse than a bare mattress.If you don’t want his help he asks if he can just chill on the couch nearby then. He just wants to be near you.  

Berry -He was fuming about someone stealing the linen, thinking it was blue, but his mood immediately changes when he sees the thief. He is instantly interested in what you're doing and asks you a bunch of questions about your building and even offers some really good suggestions. He won’t touch anything unless you say its ok though. 

Syrup -He watched you take his sheets and honestly is just content to sit in the corner and watch you have some fun. He does invite himself inside your fort when it’s finished but it’s relaxing even with him there. Well that is until Syrup accidentally falls asleep and traps you in one of his inescapable hugs.

[shadowreader23]

Final Fantasy Replay fanfic part 1

i currently have final fantasy brainrot and wrote this on my lunchbreak.

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He was sat on the throne. He could feel his life slipping away being claimed by the crystal. It wasnt fair first hed lost 10 years of his life and now it was going to end. Hed missed so much and was going to miss so much more. But at least they would be safe. Everyone would be safe turning to look at his friends he gave them a small smile and drew his last breath. ------------------- The chocobo song was playing. The alarm clock blaring at him that it was time to wake up. The sun shone through the windows. Anf he was in his bed? What was going on? Was this it? his aftrerlife was just a replica of his old room? At least it was comfortable. With a groan he turned off the alarm and stood up realising something. He was shorter than he had been when he died putting his hands to his face he coukd feel no stubble. Making his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom he swore when he saw himself in the mirror. He looked just how he used to.... back at the begining before anything  was this the astrals cruel way of taunting him. Reminding him of the life he'd had?

"Noctis? are you awake?" A gentle voice called through the door. That voice. It was Iggy! Please dont let him have died as well Noctis begged the astrals as he approached the door and opend it. He did a double take. Iggy. He was like he was before. Young healthy happy and.... and he could see! Ignis could see again! Without realising what he was doing Noctis grabbed ignis and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Im sorry Ignis.... im so so sorry its my fault" Noctis wept into his friends jacket.

Ignis wrapoed his arms around Noctis. He had no idea what had occured to cause the prince to act like this Noctis wasnt really one to wear his heart on his sleeve like this or seek out comfort. He was worried.

"Noctis whatever is troubling you, you can talk to me about i promise i will listen"

"Thank you Specs" Noctis sniffled

"Hurry up we are going to be late" Gladio walked into the room in all his former young glory Towering above Noctis even more now than when he had died.

"Gladio you're here too?" Noctis choked out. Astrals had they all died when he did? Was he the reason they died? Did it not work did his death mean nothing and the scrouge and the Deamons still plauged the planet? He hadnt realised he was shaking till Ignis gently guided him to sit on the floor. "Is he sick or something?" Gladio asked Ignis looking at Noctis concerned. He hadnt seen his prince like this before.

"I dont know he was like this when i arrived"

"Thats not good we need to get going we dont want to miss our boat it woukd be typical of Noctis to be late for his own wedding. Gladio frowned

Wait his wedding? Did Gladio not remember? Judging by the looks on their faces neithier of them did. What was going on? Pulling himself together he forced the tears to stop and weakly stood up walking out the door the other two close behind. He was met with daylight and a fully intact and busy Insomnia.

Thats when he blacked out.

Gladio lunged foward and caught Noctis before his head hit the ground.

"I'll fetch the car he needs to see a doctor" Ignis went to fetch the car as Gladio stood cradling the unconcious prince in his arms. Something definitley wasnt right here. Noctis was fine yesterday and for whatever this was to come on so suddenly.... had someond poisioned him?

Ignis parked the car and Gladio climbed in the back seat buckling Noctis into the middle seat so he could support him during the journey.

"You'll be ok Noctis" Gladio said placing a hand on the Princes forhead checkinf for a tempreture as Ignis put the car in Gear and drove towords the hospital. ___________________ "Awaken king of stone" Noctis knew that Voice. His eyes flew open and he stood up finding himself in a place that reminded him of inside the crystal. A blue glow appeared before him and Shiva appeared in all pf her glory.

"Shiva what's going on?" He asked her

I have decided to intervene Young king. Last time it took to long and though your sacrife cleansed most of the Scrouge it did not clear it completley. I have decides to grant you another chance to fufil you mission" The astral informed him

"Go through ot all again just for me to lose 10 years of my life and die once more? No way" Noctis decided he couldnt. He wouldnt go through all of that again. "You misunderstand me king of stone. This is an opporunity to do it right. Try reasoning woth Ardym he was a good man once maybe he is still in there" Shiva finished

"Ardyn a good man?" Noctis didnt believe it

With a wave of her hand Shiva showed him what had occured between Sommus and Ardyn and how Aera had paid the ultimate price. Noctis hadnt known that.

"This is what i offer young king. You get another oppurunity to make this right finish your mission quicker this time and if you can convince ardyn to aid you against the scourge the two of you may yet survive"

"What happens if i dont?" Noctos asked

"You will die young king"

Noctis took a deep breath. Another chance to do things rightn to save everyone he could orevent ignis from going blind he could save Luna!

"I acept"

"Good i will send you back now, you will remember this encounter and to save you some time i will grant you acess to the arminger you had in your final battle with ardyn. Save you from having to find all those royal tombs"

With a wave of her hand Noctis felt power flow into him then she was gone. ___________ The Doctor hadn't found anything wrong with Noctis he had no idea what could have caused this to happen in the young prince. It wasn't poision or anything physical. So maybe it was magical? Using a device to read magic levels he held it over Noctis. There was nothing. Looking at Gladio and Ignis who were just as suprised as he was the Doctor scanned again still nothing.

Had Noctis lost his magic? How was that even possible? What would they do now? Could Noctis even recover from this?

Deciding to scan one final time the device let out a shrill beep and shorted out as Noctis sat up with a gasp a wave of his magic shooting through the building.

The Doctor was dumbfounded havig no clue what may have occured.

You have to act like your old self. You can do this. Noctis thought to himself

"Hey Gladio, Ignis why are you looking at me like that?" He said woth false confusion in his voice.

"You had us worried there Noct can you tell us what happend to you?' Ignis was now sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"What do you mean what happend i went to sleep last night then the next thing i know im waking uo to you and gladio looking at me like im crazy specs!"

"He doesnt remember" Gladio realised

"It is indeed odd however it looks like he's fine now. We'll continue to monior his condition the the way to Golden Quay" Ignis told the doctor as Noctis got out of the hospital bed and put his boots and jacket back on.

"Wheres prompto?" Noctis asked trying to sound casual. He needed to see prompto he needed to know his closest friend was ok

"We sent him on a quick supply run hes going to meet us at the gate this afternoon luckily we should still be able to leave on time"

Typical Ignis sticking to the shechduel. With a nod Noctis walked out the hospital room and down the stairs to where the Regallia was parked. He could do this. He was going to do this. He would get it right this time.

Sure enough just like last time the regallia broke down and they had to push it to hammerhead. Noctis was planning his next steps as they rested in the haven that night. He didnt need to get the royal arms thank shiva for that it would save a lot of time they didnt beed to go on a quest for thst reporter as he already knew what he needed to know so they would save some time there as well. Could he save gladios dad? Could he save his own? They were to late last time but what if thdybturned back forst thing in the morning. No that wouldnt work they werent strong enough to strand uo to the forces yet howrver... he could send a message. He pulled out a pen and paoer and wrote an urget letter one to Iris. One to gladios father and one to king regis. He sent them as soon as he woke up in the morning. They would reach insomnia in time. What they chose to do with his warning was up to them. Hopefully it would make enough of a difference. They rescued the person from the Shed and cindy repaired the regallia. They ate food in the crows nest and prompto took some photos. He and gladio sparred and they spent a night in the caravan. It was nice to be back here. He hadnt realised just how much he had missed the simpler days. --------- Something was off with noctis and ignis was worried after the whole incident which he and gladio had informed prompto about Noctis hadnt had anymore breakdowns or memory issues but there were other things. It was almost as if Noctis was not used to his body or couldnt feel it right. He stumbled bumped into things and was clumsy not to the point of severity but he bever was before. His magic felt different as well bigger more vast and powerful. Was there some issue with hia magic? Was it what was causing the problem. He thought back to the doctors scan and how Noctis hand no magic for a while there was this a side effect of that? Did his body need to adapt to his magic once more?

_____ End of part 1 i havent played the game for over a year so im rely on memory here. Hope you like it.