#god this toke a long time

[bruhhxiao]

Being with Anubis (sfw/nsfw)

Ennead Anubis x gn!civilian!reader

! Warnings: violence(?), smut, a bit of possessiveness. No use of y/n !

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As your and Anubis relationship started to grow you started to think how you guys meet.He was pretty cold and distant at the start, never spoke. You guys meet at night. You were about to finish your family work. It was pretty late and you were heading home but you got attacked by a huge snake, you covered you face by the fear as the snake proceeded to attack, but it didn’t… you raised your head and you saw a pale hand holding into the snake “neck”. He threw it away. He didn’t say a word a walked away.

“wait… please wait! I should thank you properly.”

You get up by yourself and followed him but he placed his long curved stick in front of him, avoiding letting you come closer.

You started to pray and gift him fruits, meat and sometimes money even though your family had financial issues. You would place the gifts in front of his little statue you had in you house but he never took them. Until one night you had a nightmare, you cried in your sleep calling for help but when you opened you eyes you saw a tall figure standing beside your bed you screamed in fear but he suddenly rested his hand on top of your head, when you heard your mother calling your name checking if everything was okay he disappeared in his shadow.

After you had your nightmare he started checking on you while you slept, one time he thought you were dead when you were deep asleep exhausted from work, he lowered down with his ear near to your mouth. As you turned around he would jump a bit by surprise and he stepped back a bit looking a bit confused at your shivering body. He covered you with the blanket that had fallen on the ground staring a few seconds more shaking his head while disappearing.

One day you were taking a bath in the pond playing with fallen leafs. You toke a big breath and you dipped your head under the water, rinsing your hair from the natural products you had used to clean it. Once done you were about to step out Anubis was behind you sitting on a rock staring at you. You sat in the water covering you body and screaming embarrassed, he didn’t look away in fact he just leaned his head on the side like a confused poppy. You yelled at him even though he was there to protect you, a man on his 40s was watching you, he was hiding behind a tree but when the man met Anubis gaze under his mask he became pale as snow, runnig away and shaking in fear. You looked back at the God and he got up walking towards you with a veil of linen, you asked him where he got that from but the only thing he did was kneeling down to meet you eye even though his eyes were hidden by the mask, he leaned the veil to you waiting. Your cheeks almost as red as a ruby you took it and he walked away disappearing into the nature. It passed sometime since you last saw Anubis so you went to his temple but it was empty and dark, you walked inside even though you were scared. You walked to his statue looking behind you. Something grabbed your hand pushing you into the statue but you didn’t hit the hard worked sculpture… your back bumped into a warm strong chest as muscular arms hugged your waist from behind. You looked back it was Anubis making a sign to stay silent so you did. Light air cleaned your lungs as the wind blowed you hair, he stepped back you realized you weren’t in the temple but you were in Duat! He was staring at you waiting for the motivation of your visit.

“it- it’s been a while since I last saw y-“ he cutted you off ”Humans and Gods shouldn’t get along.” He said firmly.

It was the first time you heard his voice and you weren’t expecting something like that, you heart skipped a beat, your throat was tight and you eyes were shiny almost puffy. He pushed your shoulder and you fell into the darkness. You woke up in your bed the next day.

You were carrying a basket full of fruit thinking about Anubis that left you a few months ago lost in your thoughts you tripped. Roots start to grow around your ankle. “he’s gone soft for you?” you heard but no one was around. A hole opened under you as roots dragged you inside. You opened you eye you were hanging upside down. “You got yourself a human, son?” You heard falling down almost crushing on the ground Anubis catches you holding you thigh. His jaw clenched as he jumped and cutted root by root as they grown around you he pushed you into a black hole but you grabbed his hand, your back hit the ground he landed on top of you. He got on his arms, teeth showing in anger “I told you humans and go-“ he didn’t have time to finish that your hand hit his cheek. If it was someone else they wouldn’t had time to raise their hand but you were different, he felt pain this time, his heart hurt. “I was so scared!” You told him hitting your hysterical crying. He sat on his knees and pulled you by your arm, he pulled you into his bare chest gently gripping on your hair as you hit his shoulder. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! You can show up whenever you want and leave for months! But why can’t I look out for you!” His eyes widened by your request.

He took off his mask showing his curly black hair, his face brushing on your left shoulder as he hold you in his chest. He backed away pulled your chin up you didn’t have time to realize that his warm, plump lips hit yours kissing you gently as he caressed you right cheek. Whenever you tried to speak or pull away he kissed you more holding you tight. He lies on top you caressing your body and face tracing sweet lines to your upper to lower body. His hand playing with your vest, as his hips slowly moved against yours. Sweet moans left you mouth as you tried to suppress them, he bit you neck and collarbone working with his finger on your intimacy. He pushes two fingers inside telling you he couldn’t hold it in for much longer. Your hip grinding on them after the pain became pleasure, he was gentle, he was holding back making you first as special as you deserve.

“mine, mine.” He mumbled against your skin.

His eyes looking into yours as he positioned himself between your legs he bumped his nose into yours as he pulled his tip in. Making you groan in pain, he kisses your chin to your ear as he pulled all in, your body arched blood boiling into your veins. He holds your left hand as he trusts working in your insides holding your right leg on his shoulder, you called his name as he speeded up. Hot moan hit your neck as he speed up, he grabs your hips as he knelt trusting deep inside of you. You reached your orgasm holding tight on his wrists, he throws his head back as you ate his member, his trust slowed down but he worked deep, you were about to cum again. He holds you kissing your puffy lips tasting you, feeling you as your tongues touched each others. He trusted one last time, your body trembled at his orgasm. He lies on top of you kissing your tears away, gently trusting. He laid on the side, out of breath, he pulled you into his arms placing his mask on your head.

“Mine”

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HENLOO! It’s my first time writing here! English is not my first language so I apologize if there are some grammar mistakes!

[eternalizms]

CLOWN-FISH ↳ SPENCER REID

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WARNINGSꜜ drug use, pot, stoner!spencer, general fluff.

SUMMARYꜜ you come home to a very high, and very clingy spencer after a long week. (wc; 946)

AUTHORS NOTEꜜ i cannot get stoner!spencer out of my head for the life of me, so please enjoy my desperate attempt of putting my ideas into a drabble of sorts! this is my first time writing and posting, so it may not be the best ahh! i understand this isn't for everyone, feel free to send me any reqs!

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THE FIRST TIME spencer tried weed went exactly how you'd expect it to. he was seventeen, halfway through completing his first doctorate in mathematics. the dingy leather couch felt rough against the skin on his hands. he anxiously looked about the room. he felt awkward, and out of place, listening to the music that was playing from a speaker god knows where. for about a month before, spencer had been overwhelmed with a sense that he was missing something in his life. he had decided, after careful calculation, that he was missing a sense of rebellion, that most people his age seemed to have.

spencer was handed the lit joint, he had never smoked before, but it couldn't be that hard. the sweet-ish scent of pot filled the room, his fingers brought it towards his lips as his eyes stayed focused on the joint. he inhaled in, feeling the harsh smoke immediately hit his throat. his face contorted funnily as he spluttered and coughed out, sending a cloud of smoke flying out his mouth. it took him a moment to recover, taking a few deep breaths in between. after collecting himself, he had inhaled another toke, still slightly perplexed at how harsh the smoke is on his throat, but pleased with how being rebellious felt so far.

his shoulders slumped as he leaned back into the sofa, enjoying the high taking over. from that moment on, he was in love. his brain seemed to finally slow, it was a refreshing break. he felt present in the moment for the first time in his life. spencer spent most evening of his weekends in college; stoned. of course, being in the BAU means he doesn't get to enjoy it nearly as much as he used to, but sometimes on an odd week off he rarely gets, he reminds himself of his college days - by getting high.

this was one of these weeks. spencer was slumped against the sofa, a nature documentary about clown-fish buzzing in the background. the key in the door turned with a familiar click, letting him know you're home. you stand in the doorway, a small frown playing on your lips when you realise spencer isn't at the door to greet you like usual. you walk into the living-room with a pout, wondering if he hadn't heard you?. not noticing spencer's current state, you plop yourself down on the sofa beside spencer; sighing with sweet relief as you slid your shoes off.

you notice the silence after a minute, turning your attention towards spencer. you immediately know. with a small chuckle, your hand reaches towards his face, fingertips skimming his jaw as you take him in with your eyes; wishing for his eidetic memory in that moment, so you wouldn't forget it. his hair was slightly out of place, perfectly accompanying the sleepy look across his glossy bloodshot eyes, it was a delicious sight.

your hands find their way to the back of his hair, fingers raking through the curls. he leans into your touch, closing his eyes in content with a low hum. your touch felt addicting to him. clingy was an understatement. he scooted himself closer to you.

"missed you." a light mumble left his lips as he peered towards you , head resting on your shoulder as you sat behind him. spencer's need to just be near you was overwhelming. he sits up, slightly hazed from his high - only difference being the stupid grin on his face. he sat back against the sofa, hands sliding up your thighs as he guides you onto his lap. his head hangs low in the crook of your neck, arms snaking up your torso - simply holding you as close as he possibly can.

spencer inhaled your perfume in with a happy sigh, nuzzling his head into your neck closer. your chest vibrated against him as you laughed ever-so sweetly, hands sliding back into place in his hair. he was in total heaven. your skin felt on fire as his fingers slid past the seam of your shirt, his hands expertly kneading up and down your torso, as spencer held you. he debated telling you a super fun clown-fish fact. he finally pulled his head up. he went to speak, mouth opening; but no words came out.

a light whine left his lips as he watched you laugh, head falling back into the crook of your neck. he struggled to keep up his huff the more you playfully teased him about his IQ now being significantly lower. after a minute, you cooed softly - a single small laugh escaping, pulling him in for a hug.

fortunately, no words were needed as you both settled down for the evening, eager hands grabbing a fluffy white blanket and chucking it over the both of your laps. spencer's inevitable munchies had resulted in a bowl of popcorn sat between you, legs intertwined. his arm draped over your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. every so often his hand would reach into the bowl and grab an outrageously large handful of popcorn; before his best attempt at fitting it all in his mouth. your laugh filled the cosy room, unable to stop staring at the trainwreck currently happening in front of your eyes. you fit in his arm like a puzzle piece, the scent of his cologne mixed with weed emanating off his shirt.

you pay more attention to the nature documentary playing. spencer; now a lot more awake, began telling you the clownfish facts he suddenly remembered again. "clownfish have an average life-span of six to ten years in the wild, they are also all born male.".

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[chdarling-tle]

The Last Enemy: Dark Marks Soundtrack

Hello my loves! With TLE2 coming to a close, I thought I'd share the full TLE2 soundtrack. You can listen to it here, or I've included the track list below for those who don't use Spotify.

As before, this is a total mishmash of period appropriate and anachronistic music. The genres are all over the place. Some songs directly correlate to the plot, some songs are mentioned in the story, some are pure vibes. It's pretty long...but so is TLE2. 😌

Enjoy!!!

Track list under the cut:

The Times They Are A-Changin’ - Fort Nowhere

She Used To Love Me a Lot - Johnny Cash

Never Had No One Ever - The Smiths

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Father and Son - Cat Stevens

Water Under the Bridge - Tow’rs

She’s Not There - The Zombies

Break On Through (To The Other Side) - The Doors

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - George Harrison

Raining in My Heart - Buddy Holly

Family Line - Conan Gray

With a Little Help From My Friends - Joe Anderson (Across the Universe)

Love Hurts - Roy Orbison

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - Nina Simone

Play With Fire - The Rolling Stones

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley

The Princess Diaries Waltz (Score) - John Debney

Astronomy - Conan Gray

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland

Dead Mom - Sophia Anne Caruso

Vincent - Don McLean

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away - The Beatles

Mis-Shapes - Pulp

Golden Years - David Bowie

It’s a Heartache - Bonnie Tyler

Stayin Alive - Bee Gees

Dancing Queen - ABBA

I’d Love to Change the World - Ten Years After

Be More Kind - Frank Turner

One Toke Over the Line - Brewer & Shipley

Flying - The Beatles

Baba O'Riley - The Who

Villain - Maisie Peters

Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) - Buzzcocks

Will the Circle Be Unbroken - The Carter Family, Johnny Cash

This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

April Come She Will - Simon & Garfunkel

evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - Taylor Swift

For What It's Worth - Buffalo Springfield

You Belong to Somebody Else - PJ Harding, Noah Cyrus

Know Your Rights - The Clash

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

Fire - Etta James

Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

Dancing Queen - stories, Lizzy McAlpine

God Only Knows (Acoustic Slowed + Reverb) - Jae Hall

Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel

Back to the Old House - The Smiths

New World Coming - Cass Elliot

...and one more secret song that I'll add after chapter 71 ;)

[weirdmageddon]

I'm taking the plunge because why not:

What are some headcanons regarding small, silly things that happened during the 3 year trips on the Golden Yard and Meteor?

oh lets go i love this sort of ask. no meteor crew stuff sorry im kinda tired but

on the prospitian ship:

the crocodiles are never recovering from that shit bro. un-stonks

alchemizing sessions. probably with mundane household devices like toothbrushes or something. patterned toilet paper. davesprite absolutely remakes the sbahjifier for himself but i think he also likes to hand draw them from time to time. also john and jade alchemizing bathing suits and going swimming on lolar and hanging with the turtles. casey can come too. floaties on casey

the sbahj canon diverges. so many sbahj in-jokes exclusive to the prospitian ship. unfortunately the retcon make it so none of this ever happens :(

he’d never say it but davesprite likes it when john and jade fall asleep on him doing whatever, it makes his presence feel wanted and appreciated by the people he sacrificed his self and humanhood for good for. sorry for immediately going into davesprite but good god is he tragic. oh yeah heres more. he’s still part dave and shares the same history with john and jade that alpha timeline dave does. john gave him his shades on his 13th birthday in december 2008, he sent john the con air bunny and jade a physical copy of sbahj as furries in the mail. he is identical to alpha dave in relation to his friends before the timeline splits off. dont forget that 4/13/2009 was also his first time meeting his online friends john and jade in person, even after 4 months chronologically of sburb grinding—nearly a year with all the time shenanigans—and going back to day 1, since john and jade were dead in his timeline

tries not to cry cries anyway but only when he knows theyre asleep. pov when the weight of everything suddenly hits you (you are an emotionally repressed 14 year old)

also because he’s fucking fluffy and absolutely knows it and probably thinks to himself “yeah this is the best possible use for these otherwise pointless breast feathers” and yall already know he craves cloth mother plus probably has nesting instincts

(source)

adding on to that also i think people forget sprites are actually fucking LONG and his wingspan is fucking huge he could be a pillow and a blanket at the same time

i wrote davesprite jade cuddles and john thinking about mushrooms and davesprite thinking about how they contribute to the ecnonony

^ john toked too hard on the lowas mushrooms by accident one time

it feels like pajama parties would be a common occurence just the vibes im getting. literally jade is seen sitting on a pile of squiddles and theres plushies fucking everywhere you know they got up to plushie mayhem. do you think they ever alchemized them. look how lived in that room is they all contributed something

jade resumes gardening :) but theres no sun :( but she alchemizes some plastic plants :D but its not the same :(

canonically the imps in johns house just gave up tormenting him and started hanging out and having snacks on movie night

PENIS!

imagine looking up into the sky and seeing a giant casey the size of a planet sleep. jade resizes stuff for fun like this just to introduce some novelty to their lives

this is something

davesprite has beavis and butthead do america (1996) in his collection somewhere in his apartment on lohac

yall theyre watching johns fuckin spongebob dvd box collection. you KNOW john owns the spongebob squarepants movie (2004). and the best thing is it brings all of them together without any of them objecting. they all love spongebob

when the episode jellyfish jam comes on johns like “wow, pretty much this exact scenario happened to me with the imps.” (arthur flashback sfx)

DAVESPRITE: yeah well you didnt have a giant sound system did you

jade warps dave’s bro’s sound system from lohac and sizes it up. they put on stadium rave and the entire fucking house shakes

[aangelinakii]

PICTURES OF US

in which you and tangerine share a kiss without an umbrella

character : tangerine

song : pictures of us , beabadoobee

date : 17th june 2023

warnings : swearing

note : again,, so sorry for my hiatus !! 😭😭 but here i am <3<3

red flames flickered in the soft, chilling breeze, as your thumb clicked the flint of your lighter, setting the end of tangerine's cigarette ablaze.

smoke billowed around the two of you, its expensive scent filling your lungs, a cloak keeping you warm from the nipping chill of an autumn night in london.

for the past two weeks, your fiancé had been on a mission in paris, and you'd been left in your apartment to fend for yourself. i mean, of course you had visited friends and focused on your own job and hobbies, but whenever tangerine went on longer missions it was difficult to cope. that's why tonight, with him being back from paris for only a day, he'd treated you to dinner as a way to make up for his long absence.

now, bellies filled with the warm food from your favourite restaurant, the two of you walked arm in arm down the pavement, sky pitch, street dim.

cigarette settled between the index and middle fingers of his free hand, tangerine looked down at you, his piercing blue eyes darkened in the low lighting, turned into crescents with admiration.

"i don't know how many times i've told you tonight, but you look amazing," he smiled down at you, the arm linked with yours flexing to squeeze it. "no idea how i can stay so long away from you sometimes."

a soft laugh brushed past your lips, and you used your free hand to squeeze tangerine's bicep in return, muttering a small thank you.

for a moment you were quiet, taking in tangerine's musky cologne. "yeah," you began slowly, "it's difficult when it's just a couple days, but two weeks? you're kidding."

now it was tangerine's turn to laugh, taking another toke of his cigarette.

"i know, it's insane. i missed you like crazy this time. 'specially in paris, city of love and all. i should take you one time, when i don't have a job coming up."

your lips pulled up into a wistful grin. "paris? i'd love that."

just the thought of the couple of you strolling through the heart of paris at night, the dazzling eiffel tower peeking at you through a break between two townhouses, made you nostalgic of something that hadn't even happened yet. perhaps for your honeymoon?

"do you know where you're off to next?"

tangerine shrugged in response, exhaling more rich smoke. "lemon's handling it this time. he mentioned it on our way back, but i don't know much yet. i think somewhere in south america — bolivia? argentina? don't remember."

you only hummed back, acknowledging his response, but not asking any more as it was clear not even he knew that much.

as the two of you continued to stroll down the dark pavement, the few orange street lanterns highlighting your faces. matching in sync with your footsteps, raindrops pierced the grey concrete.

a drop landed square on tangerine's forehead, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks. "shit!" he groaned. "if it starts shitting it down i'm gonna ruin this suit."

"hey, hey, don't worry about your suit," you spoke up, laughing all the while, the rain around you beginning to pick up in power and speed.

you removed your arm from out of tangerine's link, and moved to stand opposite him, placing your hands on each shoulder. "it's just rain, yeah? we can take it to the dry cleaner's tomorrow."

as he looked down at you, albeit droplets of rain rolling down his face, his expression softened. "i really don't wanna ruin my suit, love," he spoke, softer this time.

"dry cleaner's," you repeated, leaning closer, hands on his shoulders pressing down tighter.

opposite you, tangerine's face scrunched up, a mixture of defeat and exasperation. "god, you're impossible." with this, he inhaled from his cigarette and tried to push down his smile.

above you, dark clouds darkened the sky, if that were even possible, and the rain picked up pace. needless to say, tangerine's suit, and your overcoat, were going to the dry cleaner's tomorrow. tangerine's brown locks, which had previously been gelled back, were now spilling down his temples, weighed down by the rain.

the cigarette in his hand was of no use at this point, and he flicked it away.

"alright, love, d'you think we can keep walking now?" he asked, eyes squinting as he tried to see through the rain.

grin on your face, although rain-stricken, you shook your head. "no, let's stay for a bit. you're not in a rush, are you?"

"to get dry? yeah, kinda."

your hands on tangerine's shoulders moved up to his neck, pulling him towards yourself even more. the distance between you was closed, lips against lips.

warmth spread between the two of you, a high contrast to the striking rain falling down from the clouds above.

tangerine's larger hands took in your waist, pulling you further into him, trying to keep himself warm.

the kiss lasted a few moments, and when you pulled away, your eyes lingered closed, and your arms wrapped around tangerine's broad frame, encapsulating the two of you into the odd sensation of a warm embrace and a cold atmosphere.

your fiancé was back. in your arms. in the rain.

"my love?" his voice a ghost in your ear. you hummed in return. "paris isn't as cold as london, d'you think we can head home now?"

eyes halved into crescents as you pull out of your embrace, you looked up at tangerine with a half-laugh. "yes, oh my god, i'm so cold."

[agvarina]

https://www.tumblr.com/agvarina/751281215724716032/pleeeease-can-someome-knock-some-sense-into-liu?source=share

Your gonna get sued for emotional distress 😤😤

Where would chao be in mk1? Whats hes reaction to mk1 kung lao?

At first Liu Kang didn't know what to do when it came to his baby boy who was sleeping in a fixed point in Time.

Should he let him grow up? Raise him on his own?

Something about that didn't feel right to him.

He would never know his mother that way, but how could he? Lao dosent excist anymore. He couldnt deny his son that love, the love that he had Been too blind to see himself until it was too late.

Thats when it came to him, he should wait until he does excist and then Chao would get to know him, thei'd Be able to raise him together.

So thats what he did, he watched and toke care of his timeline as their baby slept peacefully waiting until The Time was right.

Lao had just Been about to go to bed after a long Day at The farm until he heard it, a sound of a baby crying outside. Opening The door to find a basket with a little bundle of Joy inside that reaches up to him with small determined hands.

Who could have left them here, is The thought that toke over Laos mind as he crouched down to sooth The babys crying.

He felt Lost as what to do as he picked up The little one into his arms, but as soon as he held him The baby opened his eyes and looked at him with such wonder Before letting out The most adorable giggle he'd ever heard.

Its then he made up his mind

"how hard could taking care of a Kid Be" he chuckled to himself as he turned around to walk inside with The now giggling infant.

"you are going to need a name, hmm how about Chao, no, Kung Chao after all you are now Part of The Great Kung family now" he announced Before closing The door to his home and getting his newly adopted son settled in.

His best friend Raiden was not going to believe this.

Unbeknownst to The young farm hand he was being watched by a pair of loving eyes that had missed him for ages.

A smile crept up The gods lips as tears swelled in his eyes.

"i love you"

[honeyblonde8929]

Whispers In The Dark. Ellie x Reader Fanfic.

- Soft Romance. Mild Smut. Swearing. Smoking Green TW.

• You and Ellie sneak outside of Jackson and find a peaceful, secluded place surrounded by nothing but nature and the glistening moonlight appearing from the frosty horizon. You might be staring at the surroundings, but Ellie isn’t.

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You were giggling as the both of you scurried into an isolated forest, not too far from Jackson, but far enough so no patrols will spot the both of you. The calls of an owl echoed in the tall trees looming over you. Suddenly, Ellie stopped in her tracks.

“Shit.” Ellie grunted. “I forgot my torch.”

You sighed slightly, rummaging through your pockets while lightly jogging through the meadow, hand in hand.

“Ah! I’ve got mine!”

You playfully waved it near her face and turned it on. It brightened the burnt orange grass. Footsteps crunching the leaves below.

“And I thought I was the smart one.”

Ellie made a small smile to her remark, knowing that you would make fun of her.

And you did.

“Hm, says the one who wears the same converses everyday AND washes her hair… what did you say? Once a week? Not very smart, or hygienic. ”

She scoffed at you, going back to the original pace.

“Did Joel tell you that?! Tell me, the next time I see him, I’m kicking his ass.”

“No, Ellie, you won’t! You love him too much to do that.”

Her eyes twinkled, it may be dark, but it’s hard to not see them.

They were goddamn captivating.

“Yeah, I do.”

She looked at you, maybe a second longer than what would be considered friendly. Your arm hairs pricked up, sending goosebumps down to your waist. It could easily be because of the cool winter breeze. Or was it her?

Yeah. Definitely her.

It didn’t take too long until you found the spot you were looking for. You remember when Ellie sat down by the rock that was only a few feet away from you and she showed you her tattoo. It was fine lined at the time, but the summers glow on the moth almost sparkled with the light. But now it was winter, just shows how quick months can pass by. Especially when you are her have been getting closer and the chemistry was brewing up from each encounter.

The both of you sat on the rock, overlooking the moonlight that shone down, reflecting on your pale skin. The bruises you had from the daily patrols turned into a violet purple as the sun swished behind the mountains. Ellie was beside you and let go of your hands to roll a joint. Her fingers were fiddling with the filter and the pouch of weed, the smell entangled the midnight air.

You turned your head towards her, licking your dry cracked lips.

“Do you think they’ll notice that we are gone for the night?”

Ellie was focused on her roll, giving a gentle shake of her head.

“Well… We haven’t been caught yet. Unless you get really high and start being a nuisance.”

“Pft! As if! I’m not the loud one!”

Then Ellie looked back at you, just at the corner of her eye. She raised her eyebrows.

“You changed something in me that night.”

And God, you did. Last year felt like yesterday. You got too drunk and high with Ellie. Swooning over her like a dog on heat. Your heart pounding and palms sweating from the passionate dance you both created. Being each others first time created a strong bond. It might have just been physical that time, but now, it has a chance to bloom into something deeper.

“I guess I did.”

You passed her the lighter and soon enough she inhaled the blunt, filling her lungs with natures plant and you couldn’t help but glare at the way her voice curled when she exhaled, it made you quiver, in a good way.

After a few tokes, she passed it towards you, you gladly accepted and quickly felt the similar effects. She always put a little bit too much weed, almost busting through the paper, but you didn’t mind. Despite a few coughs, which Ellie found amusing, your head started humming slightly that teased your eardrums. That high circulated you and you closed your eyes, taking in the atmosphere. Moments in an apocalypse don’t get much better than this.

Ellie coughed then scratched the right side of her temple.

“I love the way your hair flows. Y-you know, in the wind. When we are riding on patrols together, it makes me feel… well, I’m not sure yet.”

A tinge of blush warmed your cheeks. You didn’t except her to come out with that, as compliments were a mere hit or miss for her. It felt like a gift that she would open up to you now and again. Despite all of her pain and sorrowing trauma, there was a gentle flame flickering her heart that captured yours.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those glances you give me. That’s why I wear my hair down sometimes. Just for you.”

You had one last inhale before passing it back to Ellie and she quickly placed her lips on the joint. Looks like she needed the high quicker than she thought.

The freckles that covered her face would move with the smile she tired to hide in front of you. She can be so adorable, though you never told her.

The hallucinating effects now taking full hold of your body, slightly swaying with the rhythm of the rustling trees that were clinging onto the last leaves they held.

“It’s hard for me to say.” Ellie spoke after a small moment of silence.

“You really have been there for me, sure I have my friends, Joel, Tommy and Maria for advice.”

Then she placed her hand on top of yours.

“But you, you are my safe place. I… I really… fuck.”

Her sentence transformed into a whisper.

“After all our time together… I have fallen in-“

You wish you had the patience to let her finish but your mind went out the window and you clashed your now damp lips onto hers. Your long hair sweeping across her auburn layers, mixing into a sunset colourful ray. She wrapped her hands on your waist, feeling her calluses digging into your sides. You were now on top of her and stroked your thumb on her now flushed cheeks, you felt her smile growing from ear to ear. The wind picking up and feeling her muscles poking into the back of your spine. The heat radiating from your aching body was crying for her to explore every inch of you.

And she started doing just that.

[margowritesthings]

...For They Shall Obtain Mercy

Part 2 of 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

[Read Part 1 by @cowboydisaster Here]

pairing: Arthur Morgan x reader

word count: 2779

warnings: major character death, rdr2 spoilers, angst, violence, grief, loss, this destroyed me to write

a/n: here it is... my part of the 'Blessed Are The Merciful, For They Shall Obtain Mercy' series with the incredible Bre! I'm honoured to have collaborated with such a talented soul! Hope y’all enjoy because this one hurt…

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdaghehe

“I’m real sorry for you, son, it’s a hell of a thing.”

Arthur’s ears are ringing, part from the pure exhaustion failing to push the blood around his veins, part the doctor’s distant words. He feels miles away, despite the fact that Arthur is sitting only feet away from the man.

Tuberculosis?

“Well, what you mean?” He somehow manages to stutter out, feeling his heart struggle to pound against his chest. His mind is racing, the only part of him that doesn’t seem to have slowed recently, but he can’t seem to decipher anything running through it. Except you, of course. You’re always there.

“You’re real sick. It’s a progressive disease. You’ll be…”

Gone.

The man trails off and Arthur knows. He knows in the way the doctor’s eyes shift away from him, unable to maintain eye contact. It’s the exact way Grimshaw’s did those months ago, when Arthur’s world fell apart before him. The doctor looks so uncomfortable Arthur almost feels sorry for him, but it’s wasted. He doesn’t need to feel like he’s saying anything but exactly what Arthur wants to hear. 

Say it. Say I’ll be dead and gone. Give me weeks, days. 

           I want to be with her.

But the doctor just can’t bring himself to say it. To give Arthur the goddamn relief he has yearned for since that bullet tore through everything he has ever loved, everything he lived for.

“Well, the best thing is rest, getting somewhere warm and dry and taking it easy. Is that possible?” 

Arthur could laugh at the question, were he not certain that it would set him off in that painful cough again that reddened the corners of his vision. He shakes his head, responding weakly.

“No. It’s not possible.” There’s no anger there, no fire in his tone, just a weariness he’s worn since you left, and an acceptance he hasn’t felt in just as long. 

And he can see the last of his days playing out before him. Rest will prolong it all, so rest there shall not be. God willing, he has precious little time to get his affairs in order. He’ll have to work hard, earn enough money to help John, Jack and Abigail get out of the gang for good. He’ll try to get through to Dutch, try not to leave the only family he’s ever known in the grasps of that rat bastard Micah. And then, once he’s watched the Marston’s ride off into the sunset, he can finally come home to you. 

The man sitting across from Arthur wears an expression so stricken with pity it almost hurts, but nonetheless he pulls a wooden pipe out of the pocket of his lab coat and strikes a match, lighting the tobacco stuffed inside. There’s a pause, a moment where all that can be heard is the sizzle of dry leaves burning while the doctor takes his first toke. 

“Well, like I said. I’m real sorry.”

I’m not. 

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The first place Arthur rides to once leaving the doctor’s office is your grave. After your death, he took your horse, rode your body out of Shady Bell, and buried you in one of your favourite spots near the lake. It’s secluded but beautiful, close by to the spot he first told you he loved you. He visits often, sitting with you, telling you stories of the gang. Sometimes he just sits in silence, grasping for just the slightest hint of your energy. He always brings violets, your favourites. Today is no exception. 

He rides as fast as he can, his ailing bones aching but determination driving him back to the closest thing he has to you for now. 

He dismounts his mare, rewarding her with a sugar cube to thank her for her power and speed when he needs it the most, before carefully taking the violets from his satchel and turning to your final resting place. 

It is only a few steps before he’s right beside your grave. He often rides right up, knowing you’d like to see the horses (whenever he can, he takes your horse, but today he’s with his own). 

“Hey, sweetheart.” He slides to his knees in front of where you’re buried, weary joints thankful for the soft dirt beneath them. 

Arthur busies his hands by picking out any flowers that have dried since he was last here and replacing them with his fresh ones, making a mental note to ask Charles to do the same whenever he gets the chance, make sure your spot is looked after once he’s gone. 

“I, uh… I got some news for ya’.” The first few times Arthur spoke to you, he was reserved, almost awkward, not really knowing how to say what he wanted to. But he soon got used to it and speaks so naturally now, so openly, as if you’re really sitting there with him. He knows, deep down, that you are.

“I’m gonna be with ya’, darlin’. Real soon, actually.” He can’t help the smile that creeps right up from his heart to his face. 

Maybe in another life, one without you, Arthur would have seen this end as a punishment. God striking the wicked, the outlaw who killed and robbed and used his name in vain whenever he goddamn pleased, but no. In this life, he sees it for what it is: mercy. 

The second your heart stopped beating, Arthur’s sentence began. His sins were paid for with your life while he was left standing with nothing but a scar on his arm from a bullet graze, forced to learn to do this with only one half of his soul, forced to take each laboured breath alone again and again despite wanting anything but. 

And finally, after serving his time, he shall be granted the mercy of rest.

“Now, I know what you’re thinkin’ and I ain’t givin’ up. I promised ya’ I wouldn’t. But I’m sick… real sick, doctor says.”

Once he’s sorted through the flowers, Arthur stills, his hand resting on the wooden headstone he crafted for you. For the first time, he notices just how pale and splotchy his complexion is, how thin his wrist looks in his sleeve. It calls upon a strange mix of emotion and he takes a deep breath to steady himself.

“I’ve got a plan- and don’t be goin’ on about how I sound like Dutch, I know… but I’m gonna get John out. Abigail, too, and Jack. I’m gonna work real hard and get them safe, then I’ll be right with you.”

Arthur shifts to sit rather than kneel, reaching into his collar and pulling out the golden chain around his neck, your engagement ring swaying slightly in the air before he drops it into his palm. The metal presses a little circle into his skin when he squeezes, imagining your fingers entangled in his in that perfect fit he’d kill to feel one last time. His breath is shaky as he exhales slowly, closing his eyes and focusing in on the sensation of the cold metal on his clammy skin. 

He’s ready, he knows that much is true, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s still scared. He needs you, now more than ever, as he stands at the edge of the complete unknown. But he has to do this last stretch alone. One last ride before it’s finally over. 

“I’m comin’, darlin’. Wait up for me, okay?”

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Tensions get progressively higher in the gang and Arthur loses hope for Dutch, but he never stops fighting for John, Abigail and Jack. He pushes himself to the very limit of what his body can do before it gives out, saving every cent he can. Micah sinks his claws in further and further, the atmosphere around camp gets darker. 

When Sadie figures it out, there’s a quiet knowing that can only come from losing your soulmate. She’s devastated at the thought of losing Arthur, but she knows she’d give anything and everything to see her Jackey again. She knows he’d do the same to be with you, to have the mercy of no longer having to go on without your heart.

Charles is the same. He hasn’t lost in the same way Arthur and Sadie have, but he understands. He promises Arthur he will make sure your grave is looked after.

Arthur doesn’t tell anybody else outright, but they know. Nobody talks about it, except Micah, but they lost the Arthur they knew and loved the same day they lost you. They all sort through the sadness and gain the same clarity Arthur had the second that the doctor looked at him like a dying man: this is mercy, in that twisted way that only those who have lost everything can ever really comprehend. 

He gets weaker, sometimes collapsing while out on jobs, waking up in widow’s houses or goddamn Guarma, of all places, for a few weeks there. Every time he loses consciousness, he hopes he’ll find you waiting for him, but the lord isn’t that kind just yet. 

His body holds on for just that bit longer, until one day he’s standing in front of a mirror just after a bath and he can barely recognise himself. His eyes have hollowed, and no matter how much he eats his skin seems to hang on his bones awkwardly. It’s a striking, painful sight after so long of his worth being pinned on his title of Dutch’s muscle, but it’s a reminder that he can’t carry on forever. 

Good. 

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Everything comes to a head at Bacchus Bridge. ‘One last job’, as Dutch calls it. And Arthur knows he’s right.

One last job and I’ll be with ya’. 

When it all falls apart, Arthur uses the absolute last of his strength to rescue Abigail from Milton and saves John. They run from Micah together, until Arthur just can’t run anymore.

“Alright, Arthur, come on. Let’s go.” John pleads, his chest sinking when he sees Arthur leaning on his knees, gasping for breath.

“You go…” he manages in a breath, barely audible.

“Keep pushing, Arthur.”

And Arthur knows.

“No… no, I think I’ve pushed all I can.”

It’s time.

“Come on.”

“You go.”

He can’t fight anymore. 

“We ain’t got time for this. Not now.”

There’s a second shared between the two brothers where everything hangs in the air. All those years where it was John and Arthur against the world, all those jobs and fights and heartbreak and near misses and first loves and last loves and two lives lived dangerously and wholly side by side. It all ends now, with John, who is desperately holding on, and Arthur, who let go a long time ago. 

“We ain’t both gonna make it. Go. Now. I’ll hold them off.” John has never heard Arthur sound so physically weak, but his strength is in his sacrifice, it’s in the determined way he takes off his hat and places it on John’s head, pressing it securely down. 

There’s still a hesitation, John’s unwillingness to leave his brother behind and carry on without him, his lingering final promise to you that he’d look after Arthur, but he says nothing. He realises that Arthur just can’t do it any more. He knows he wants to be with you, more than anything. And who is John to stop him.

“It would mean a lot to me. Please.” Arthur’s voice breaks on his last plea, begging John to let him make his final sacrifice for his family. He places a hand on John’s shoulder, resting his weight into him for a brief moment, the last time he’ll ever lean on his brother. John is silent, resigned. He knows there is no changing Arthur’s mind, especially when he pulls his satchel off his shoulder and hangs it around John’s. He doesn’t need it where he’s going. 

“There ain’t no more time for talk… go.” he mutters, a gunshot echoing in the distance as a reminder of why they’re running. If Arthur is going to do this, if John is going to get out safe with his family, it has to be now. Arthur turns to walk away, and all John can do is shout his name one last time, one last ditch attempt to keep his final promise to you, but his tone loses all its push. 

“Arthur…”

“Get the hell outta here and be a goddamn man! Go to your family… I’m goin’ to mine.” 

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Once Arthur knows the Marstons are safe, he has seldom left to lose. He gives it all one last push, fighting Micah until his body gives in and then some. 

“I’m a survivor, black lung. That’s all there is to it.” He sneers, Arthur’s blood splattering against his knuckles with each blow, “Not like you, or your pretty little girlfriend. What was her name, again? I forget.” 

A surge of energy, and he’s certain it’s you right there beside him, pushes Arthur off the ground. He manages to overpower Micah just enough to push him off the ledge. They both fall quite a height and the very last of Arthur’s air is knocked straight out of his chest and god it hurts so bad but all he can do is carry on fighting. 

Not long now, my love. 

Punches are thrown from both sides and it’s soon quite difficult to tell who is covered in whose blood. Arthur is running on pure fury and adrenaline now and he’s not sure how much he has left, but it surges when Micah says “still got a little fight in you, have you boy?”

“I fight for her.” He wheezes, lunging forwards and striking Micah in the eye, sending him falling backwards.

Arthur tries to drag the air into his lungs, but it’s tough. He can feel each manual function in his body failing, feel the coldness creeping up his spine. 

Micah struggles back to his feet and before Arthur even knows what’s happening, he’s hit across the face hard and falls to the floor. The scraping of gunmetal against rock is so striking amongst the visceral sounds of man fighting man as Arthur’s pistol falls to the ground and slides right to the edge of the cliff. 

Arthur can’t stand. He’s running out of steam, but he has to reach that gun. He crawls, scraping his bare hands against the floor desperately, the very last push. The very last push before he’s with you. 

“Oh, black lung, you ain’t gonna reach that gun.” Micah taunts, “You lost, my sick friend. You lost.”

All Arthur can do, despite everything, is smile. 

He tried to lose, he really did. When he lost you, Arthur did everything he could to lose this sick game God was playing with him. He lost himself, he lost his purpose. But then, on his last day in this world, he saved Abigail from Milton, and with some of the last breath in his bones, he got John and his family out. And now? You’re so close he can almost reach out and touch you. You’re waiting for him, he knows that. So how could he have lost?

“In the end… despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out I’ve won.”

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In the end, Arthur couldn’t get through to Dutch, but what’s done is done. He left, and Micah hobbled away, leaving Arthur to live his final moments alone.

They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes in his final moments, but they’re wrong. Arthur doesn’t see the jobs or the money, the strifes and the cells, he only sees the good parts. He sees you, laughing as you pounce onto him, pushing him down in the grass. He sees himself picking you up and twirling you around after not seeing you for a few days. He sees the way your face lights up as you realise what he’s doing all the way down there on one knee, a shaking hand holding out a ring to you. 

The sun is setting, casting the most beautiful orange glow over the cowboy. He looks over, watching the clouds wisp around the orb while letting his laboured breaths slow. 

“I’m comin’, darlin…” he whispers, barely audible anymore but it doesn’t matter. You can hear him. 

With the very last of his energy, Arthur’s brows pull together ever so slightly as he notices a shadow cast over him. He looks up, watching as a doe stalks towards him, bowing her head right beside him. She nudges her head against his, and Arthur knows it’s time to let go. 

You’re here for him. 

It’s time to come home.

[daddyhausen]

• song lyrics prompts •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

shut your mouth before i fuck it — rats | motionless in white

i’ve been waiting for you — come undone | bad omens

addicted to a lonely kind of love — teardrops | bring me the horizon

somewhere in the past, something was between, you and i, my dear — the apparition | sleep token

i don’t know what hurts the most, holding on or letting go | 1x1 | bring me the horizon + nova twins

we said this was the last time, over and over again — synthetic love | motionless in white

you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet — granite | sleep token

i’m sorry i can’t see that you truely love me — bulls in the bronx | pierce the veil

you’re not the person i knew back then — mr. highway’s thinking about the end | a day to remember

i want you to show me what a bitch you can be — hatefuck | motionless in white

what if i can’t forget you? — caraphernelia | pierce the veil

even if it hurts me, even if i can’t sleep — chokehold | sleep token

you’ve got my body flesh and bone — the summoning | sleep token

my love, did i mistake you for a sign from god? — the summoning | sleep token

you have become the voice in my head — vore | sleep toke

won’t you come dance in the dark with me — acesntionism | sleep token

i cannot fix your wounds this time — are you really okay? — sleep token

for so long, i’ve waited — rain | sleep token

will you cleanse me with pleasure? — rain sleep token

missed calls, answer phones from people i just don’t trust — take me back to eden | sleep token

call me when you have the time, i just need to leave this part of me behind — euclid | sleep token

i miss the way you say my name — the death of piece of mind | bad omens

heaven knows i ain’t getting over you — just pretend | bad omens

stay with me, as we cross the empty skies — rosemary | deftones

take me one more time — sextape | deftones

it’s too bad you’re married to me — mascara | deftones

i’m hypnotised by your name — romantic dreams | deftones

but i’m tired of proving this love — mx | deftones

i wanna fuck you till you scream and cry — for your love | måneskin

i’ll make your body a habit — on my mind | måneskin

i want to taste you better — give | sleep token

[survivalist-anon]

Log 5: A long line between here and there

My head was pounding, after what felt like hours of strange and stressful dreams, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and loud snoring.

What I hadn't noticed was I was outside on the deck patio facing the forest, my face was practically freezing in the morning air, as I opened my eyes slowly, I looked up at the more sky.

It was that usually blue and gold sky that blanketed the world. Suddenly, the pleasant morning was slightly interrupted by another unusual surprise...I was wrapped in a thick, heavy pelt, as I slowly got up I looked around to find myself surrounded by three, light livid colored marines...the same ones from the wildlife cameras.

I adjusted myself to a sitting position, I no longer had energy to be scared or surprised....just surreal amazement. Nothing like this happens to people on a regular basis.

Just that second, the scraping movement of metal startled me for just a quick second, turning to see that biggest out of the three had woken up.

It was like seeing a wild animal wake up from deep hibernation, slow but lucid enough to be mindful. His head shook, moved up his shoulders, then his midsection, to his hips and right down legs.

I was not expecting to see this 8ft tall beastman gracefully do a 'doggie shake' this early in the morning. Than again, not a single thing about my situation is anything I was expecting.

His head turned to face me, the red lenses of his helmet glimmered a little. I couldn't see his eye directly, but he was burning right into my soul...it was daunting because I've never experienced such an intense stare.

"ugh ...good... morning?", I figured if these guys were courteous enough to keep me warm, I'm certain they can understand the sentiment of a morning welcome.

He tilted his head to the side, and grabbed the back of my head.

Well guess this is how I die, but then I hear a long, deep inhale.

He was practically breathing me in.

A low but affirmative rumble emanated from his throat, "I see that you are doing well, daughter of Giovanna Drake, granddaughter of Michael Lakatos.".

My ears perked up, "Wait, you knew my grandfather?", as soon as I finished my question, I felt a heavy hand on my leg. I look down it was one of the other Marines waking up.

A loud yawn slid through the stretching armored man, "Good morrow human girly. Quite a night....".

The other one got up and stretched his legs one by one. "Greetings.", he was a little more sleepy than the other two.

I somehow felt a little better to know that they could speak English. I assumed they must have picked up the language from their time here. "Oh, um, good morrow to you too.".

"say, Sten, do think those fists are crossed with us from last night?", the sleeper one asks.

Sten (the pack leader), contemplates about what had happened last night, "my brash actions could have serious repercussions, but they are patient, they wait for my thoughts later."

"Ah, if they want fight, will give them their ugh, "money's worth", as the humans say it?", the other perked up a little.

"Fjord, you know better than to fight other battle brothers. It is not the way of the Codex to fight unjustly.", Sten turns to the other, "you too, Toke."

Fjord and Toke both roll their eyes a little.

"so girly, nice shot with your bow back there, shaking like a leaf yet yah still had a sturdy hand. Impressive.", Fjord gently nudged my shoulder, more softer than Jonas's for certain.

"wait...you guy w-Oh my God! I need to call the others, they're probably worried sick.", I check my phone that I left in my pocket and saw dozens of unanswered messages. "Ooh I'm so dead. Half of these are from my work fr-Oh shit where's Shelly?", in my short panic, I had completely forgotten Shelly.

Fjord and Toke had gotten exited, believe the two are going to join on some amazing rescue mission.

"hmm, likely in your village's infirmary. She will likely be in good hands. Nurse Amila is good with tending to collateral citizens when we retrieve them. It would be uncharacteristic of the Imperial Fists to simply take a human back to their base.", Sten's observation had put a wet blanket on poor Fjord and Toke's plans.

In the midst of texting some of the missed calls, I suddenly realized something that been nagging since the hardware store. "Wait, how do you know Nurse Amila, for that matter....how do you know my mom and grandpa?", I stand up to get ready for anything I need to do in this situation.

Sten huffed gently, almost akin to a heavy sigh, he also stands up, towering over me by almost 3 ft. "I have much to explain to you, and unlike with your mother....it does not seem fair to keep our purpose here a secret anymore....our kind ....the ones you humans refer to as 'metal men', are known as Adeptus Astartes. The angles of the Emperor and warriors of the Imperium. Our task...our purpose of existence....is to protect humanity from the forces of chaos ....and the threats of the Xenos. To expand across the universe and beyond.".

I was left speechless for all the wrong reasons.

"...uhm....that's a lot to take in ...but that doesn't explain why you know so much about....well a good chunk of my family and I'm starting to assume you know a lot more about the town....", I really couldn't help but feel his epic introduction to some extraordinary backstory had to have been a joke.

He tilts his head in mild amusement and let's out a hardy chuckle, "I shall explain more of the Imperium, some other time than.".

Toke leans at my eye level, "Yah see lass, we live for a really long time. I alone am 209 years old, Fjord is the youngest at 130, and Sten....well....he's getting close to 450 soon."

My jaw dropped, "how could that be possible? Do the spacesuits help or something? Also what, that means...you guys are immortal or something.....you guys can't be human under the armor....are you?"

The three of them looked at each other, all of them let out the hardy laughs of men who've just heard the best joke they could hear. I for one was confused...."ok....what's so funny?".

Sten had finished laughing, "my goodness....how rude of us....it is unbecoming for individuals to exchange names, but not faces...", he takes off helmet....revealing his thick, lush main of hair, a dark golden brown hair with a stripe of blondish white on the right side of his head. He had a brutish beauty about him, his complexion was that of a battle worn man who's had his own share of facial scares. Yet he was wild looking, thick brows with a thick beard that was cleverly hiding lower canines. As soon as I could see his face, the Nordic motifs these men had sported began to make more sense to me. As I turn to see Fjord and Toke, I could see all three of them were just as hairy as the last.

Fjord had copper red hair, even more wild and unkept than Sten's, he has stubble in place of a beard, his smile revealed he has a set of long canine teeth, his his ears where oh so slightly pointed.

Toke had light blonde hair, his hair was put in a top knot and a bread like a true Viking, the sides of his head was shaved down revealing claw marks on both sides. As if something was trying to claw his head right off. He also had beard much like Sten, but it was fuller this he braided his.

However one trait that I had begun to notice they all unequivocally shared; golden yellow eyes. Just like a wolf.

"Well, this is the first time a person hasn't looked at us in fear.", Toke commented to his battle brothers.

I had always been a monster movie fantatic, so there was a likely chance seeing them like this was result of me dissociating the strange reality of the fact these are werewolf Viking space men from some far off galaxy. "Why would anyone be scared of you? You gentlemen seem pretty reasonable."

Fjord pretending to be coy, "oh it's just our more 'savage' and 'grizzly' reputation gets the better of people that's all.", gives a side glance trying to be charming.

I couldn't help but giggle, "savage or not,.-", it was then I remembered the deer meat and the tooth charm, "-you all are extremely kind. I appreciate the meat by the way."

Sten's smile pretty much sums it up for me. "You're most welcome. Now, was there something you needed to do?", he looks to my phone and noticed it was ringing in my hands, I must have put it on silent mode.

"oh God, one second.", Sten simply extends his hand allowing me to answer the phone. "Hey Ronnie, I'm so sorry about last night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ronnie was on the other line in a mild panic, "Oh man thank god you're ok. Listen I'm at the hospital with the gang, Shelly is fine but acting all sorts weird.", at the hospital Ronnie was with Jonas, James and Clara next to Shelly....whom was still in the heat of passionate love.

Clara shaking her head, "Shelly why do you have to scare us like that! They could have disappeared with you last night!"

Shelly, smiling and daydreaming about one of the Imperial Fists, "oh Clara, I WISH they took my away.".

The others just looked at each other.

Jonas scrunch her noise a little bit, "ew Shelly what's with the BO?", suddenly a quick slap on the shoulder by Clara shocked Jonas.

"Girl you talk about another woman's smell in front of others, were you raised in a barn?!", obviously not happy about Jonas just rudely stating the obvious.

"ugh, actually I was! There's nothing wrong with being a pig farmer.", Jonas iterated.

Ronnie shaking his head, "hey Lorey you still there? Listen, last night when you and Shelly got kidnapped, I heard the BIGGEST wolf pack in the history of the state! It sounded like 50 or 60 wolves all over the place. They were chasing the truck. Them some big wolves too. The state troopers gave us a bunch reports on something huge just destroying the forest bed."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hearing this, I couldn't help but make a wild guess as to what the 60 giant wolves were, "oh really? That sounds crazy, I wonder if it was a super pack.?", I look to the boys and they seem pretty chuffed at being considered a super pack .

"Ugh is James there? Can you pass the phone on to him?", considering Jame's age, I was dying to know.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ronnie passed the cellphone to James, "Lorey? Thank the Lord you're alive.", as Ronnie was watching James talk on the phone, his usual laid-back smile slowly turns into a look of concern.

".....I'm sorry Lorey, I have no idear what you could be talking about. Giant metal men? Ah that's just a bunch hooie.", his look of concern turned into a drain of color on his face.

Ronnie on the other was curious about the conversation. "ugh, is everything ok James?"

James at this point was sweating, the jig was up for him, "I'll see you later.....Sten.", he hangs up the cellphone, giving it back to Ronnie, than his face goes right back to that good ol' cowboy smile of his, color and all, "Ronnie boy, you wouldn't happen to know where's Amila would you?".

Ronnie cocked a brow, "ugh I think she's over there.", James gives him a nod and goes to Amila.

What Ronnie could see was Amila giving the same expression James had just given.

"what in the hell is going on here....", Ronnie muttered to himself.

~~~~~~~~~

Sten, gives the phone back to me, "Now that is settled....there is one more thing to do.".

Fjord gives the rubbery part of his armor a scratch, "Get breakfast?".

Sten huffed a bit, "No. We may need to change our tactics...the circumstances have changed dramatically at this point.", he looked at me with a relaxed gaze.

"We will...as it said, "walk and talk"?", he picked me up effortlessly. I felt a little self conscious about being heavy for these guys. I was not the most patite woman out there but neither was I so large to be a concern.

"woah um is this necessary?", I blush a little. I wasn't use to this type of treatment before.

Putting his helmet back on with one hand, "you're quick but you're not up to our speed.", as soon as he was done, all three climb off the deck and begin to sprint off into the forest.

"Next stop, Fort Dorn!", shouts Toke in excitement.

End of Log 5

@kit-williams

[red-viewe]

The World was Wide Enough (leona x reader)

In which you and leona, your own best friend go against eachother in a duel after an arguement.

(Hamilton inspired)

(Set after NRC)

(Tw: mentions of death blood and guns)

----

"Riddle!" You sign in relieve when you see your old friend running towards you with a scared expression on his face, the moonlight casting a soft blue light over your mansion entrance where he entered.

"Y/n. What do you mean you're going agaisnt Leona in a duel today? What happened between you two?!" Riddle grabs your shoulders, panicked.

"Are you crazy?!"

'He's shaking.'

"Riddle, will you be my number two in the duel?" You looked at him with a clear mind you smiled.

"Y/n..."

----

The 10 days before, late at night, in Leona's Palace

"Leona Kingscholar." Leona turned to see you walking angrily through the long hall, "What the fuck happened with staying neutral?!"

"I just did what was best for our party. I saw the opportunity to gain power and I toke it." Leona said in a frim tone.

"Are you dumb?! After all the work we've done to support the king and restore our reputation you go ahead and ducking ruin it?!" Your voice could be heard from every room in the place.

"I did what was best. If you have a problem with that you can leave."

"Fuck you. Fuck you and your arrogant, power hungry ass. You deserve nothing. Every problem our cabinet has ever had has always been because of you."

"Hah, still so stupid and naive. You're supposed to be on my side. My side."

"I won't apologize for doing whats right." Leona continued.

"You only did what was best for you and never throguht about how it could affect anyone else. The king is pissed at us, the people is pissed at us and our own cabinet is pissed at us for gods sake!" You yell, staring straight into his green eyes.

"I'd be careful with your words and apologize if i were you, L/n." Leona stepped forward.

"I stand by what I said, every bit of it. You stand for yourself, its what you do." You breath in sharply, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"In ten days, dawn at the cliff near the forest. We duel. Guns drawn." Leona's slightly wided eyes are full of anger, his fists clenched as he silently hopes- prays you dont accept.

"You're on."

-----

Leona arrives shortly at the cliff, with Ruggie following him shortly behind you make eye contact with him, but you turn away.

'Im sorry.' The two words you wish you'd heard from him that night. If only he said sorry.

You thought as you returned to observing the view from the cliff.

'This may be the place I die in.'

Every second, every minute passes and the time finally comes.

You draw first, standing facing the view of the cliff, observing the trees and bushes, thinking about everyone you've ever met and a warm blanket of comfort hugs you.

--------

I arrive at the cliff, seeing that Y/n had already arrived I toke off my coat while avoiding that piercing gaze.

'Why. You did you have to accept the challenge, if only you'd just apologized this-'

"Leona. It's time to draw positions"

'...'

-----

"We'll count from one to ten, every time you'll take a step forward, away from each other at at ten, you either fire or surrender by pointing your gun towards the sky." Riddle explained to both of you.

---

One. You take a step forward, still debating whether or not to shoot.

Two. Leona closes his eyes, remembering all the memories you and he made.

Three. Ruggie turns away from the scene, not wanting to bear the pain of the possibility of his two friends dying.

Four. You wish Riddle would count slower.

Five. Leona resists the urge to turn around and hug you.

Six. Ruggie covers his ears.

Seven. Riddle's eyes tear up.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

You and Leona both aim up towards the sky.

---

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 7, 2013

Lyrics:

Headin' down south to the land of the pines

I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline

Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours

Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel

Hey... mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a southbound train

Hey... mama rock me

Runnin' from the cold up in New England

I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band

My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now

Oh, north country winters keep a-gettin' me down

Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town

But I ain't a-turnin' back to livin' that old life no more

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel

Hey... mama rock me

Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a southbound train

Hey... mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke

I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke

But he's a-headin' west from the Cumberland Gap

To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before the sun

I hear my baby callin' my name and I know that she's the only one

And if I died in Raleigh, at least I will die free

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel

Hey... mama rock me

Oh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a southbound train

Hey... mama rock me

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel (oh, I wanna feel)

Hey... mama rock me

Songwriter:

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a southbound train

Hey... mama rock me

Bob Dylan / Ketch Secor

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Darius Rucker

[motownfiction]

lazarus

cw: discussions of catholicism, christianity, religion

In the spring semester, every tenth grader at St. Catherine’s is required to take a class called The Gospels. Some tenth graders, like all of Sam’s friends, take their Gospels with an honors credit. Sam’s not really sure how that’s possible (“What are you gonna do?” he asks when they pick their course schedules. “Prove beyond any ontological doubt that God exists?”), so he opts for regular Gospels. And even though none of his friends are in class with him, he kind of likes it. After all, there’s nothing Sam likes better than stories and the big questions.

He thinks his favorite story is that of Lazarus. Of course, growing up in a Catholic school (with Catholic parents), he’s heard the story about a million times: Jesus was friends with Mary and Martha and their brother, Lazarus. When Lazarus got sick and died, Jesus wept and brought him back to life. It’s a nice story, Sam thinks. All about getting a second chance if you die before your time. But as they read it in class this afternoon, something happens to Sam. His skin feels cold, but his palms are clammy. He can hear his pulse. And there’s a lump in his throat the size of a jumbo Communion wafer.

He is going to cry.

He is going to cry at the Bible.

What in the fuck is this? He’s never wanted to cry about the Bible before. After a decade of Catholic education, the Bible has always just felt so neutral to him. Something that’s there, something that carries some kind of weight, some kind of tradition, some kind of example … but just there, like an old dining room table, or a parent. But here he is, hunched over the pages in a desk that’s too small for a guy of six-foot-two, hiding his face and crying at the Bible. Almost crying at the Bible. His eyes keep reading the same three words over and over.

Lazarus, come out!

He’s not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the assumed tenderness, like Lazarus was always just sleeping and needed someone to wake him up in time to start the day. Maybe it’s that after he wakes up, Lazarus is loved. Maybe it’s the relief to find that the brother you love is still alive … the trust you have that no one ever really dies, so long as the living make an image of you. Sam’s not sure what it is. Just that he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lazarus, come out!

The words are stuck in his head as he sits through his seventh-period French class. He even translates them in the margins of his composition book: Lazarus, sors! Sam probably writes it ten times before the bell rings for the end of the school day, and it’s still stuck in his head.

Lazarus, come out!

It’s such a strange thing to have stuck in your head. And to think, when he woke up this morning, he couldn’t stop humming the chorus to “Don’t Pull Your Love.” Talk about a change of pace. Early seventies soft rock can’t hold him now. Now, all he can think of is stones, shrouds, and tombs.

Lazarus, come out!

The chill is still on Sam’s neck as he drives home from school that day – Sadie in the backseat, Charlie riding shotgun. He hasn’t spoken a complete sentence to either of them, not even when they ironically left “One Toke over the Line” on the radio. His mind is somewhere else. He’s lucky he even sees the stop signs and red lights.

Lazarus, come out!

When they pull into the driveway of their home, and Sadie and Charlie get out, it finally occurs to him.

It was like the words were just for him.

He lets himself cry, but he doesn’t really know why.

(part of @nosebleedclub october challenge -- day xviii!)

[idv-ask-the-showman]

(I've honestly been wanting to interact with you for awhile but could never think of a way to... I still can't so defaulting to baked goods oof)

You see a girl walk towards you with a basket of baked goods

"A-Ah, hello there... Would you like some treats..?"

(@ask-idv-baker

(Awww~ you shouldn’t be nervous to interact with my account!! Everyone is welcome to come and say hi here even without a reason like a ask or RP, as long as you being nice and respectful ^^!!)

The Showman looked down at the girl who walked towards him with a basket full with baked goods and nervously offer it to him, they smell so good that they even made his ghostly stomach ramble for them despite the fact he does not feel hungry nor have the need to eat.

He bends over with a smile and toke one warm bread while saying happily “aww~ thank you ever so much my dear!! I would gladly accept some of it!!”

He smelled the bread one more time and GOD now his stomach truly beg for it by just a smell and so he didn’t waste even one more second and started to bites from the bread and he clearly satisfied with the taste.

“OH MY!!! How come a bread can taste so heavenly, did you bake this??”

[myhigrow]

100 Strains Renewal Program——French Cookies

French Cookies is a truly universal strain for every type of cannabis lover.

Its tendency to cause profound relaxation can also help unwind tight muscles and sore spots. So it may be a tasty and fun daytime strain, but it’s still wise to avoid underestimating it.

As French Cookie Strain THC levels are highly deceptive, even long-time users can sometimes take a toke too many and find themselves in a little too deep.

Note that this is extremely rare cannabis, and you should thank the marijuana gods if you happen to bump into it at the dispensary.

[astrofamous]

Elvis Had More Drugs In His System When He Died Than You Probably Thought - An Astrological Look

The title of this piece is what appeared on MSN today. The article said this "Shockingly, Dr. Nichopoulos is estimated to have supplied Presley with a drug supply that amounted to around 10,000 pills in the eight months prior to his untimely death"

So from an astrological perspective who is born a possible drug addict? Keep in mind these are MOOD altering drugs. They are drugs that allow the individual to ESCAPE. They cannot handle reality so they must escape with a substance.

Everyone I know has an addiction of some sort. Whether it be a toke of marijuana every morning or eating too much sugar or white flour. Everyone tries to calm the pain of life in some way with the aid of a hard drug or a food or sex.

All of these techniques are allowing the individual to escape his or her body for a short period of time.

The planet in astrology that is most associated with escape and drugs is Neptune. Neptune represents that spiritual like experience that allows you to escape from the hardships of life. Think for a minute what other things allow you to escape? I would say music, dance, poetry, fishing or being by the water, Buddhism, religion or the Jesus experience, and of course alcohol and drugs.

One should remember that Jesus came into existence over 2000 years ago at the beginning of the Age of Pisces. Neptune is the ruler of Pisces. Jesus is the ultimate experience of Neptune. Some reach for religion while others reach for the bottle or the pills. They are all yearning for the same experience. They want OUT of the body or Saturn (earthly reality) for as long as it can last.

There is no coincidence that Jesus was born of the VIRGIN Mary. It is a sexless pregnancy. It is not of the body or the soul, it is of the spirit.

So back to Elvis... I would think he would need some Neptune in his astrology chart for him to be addicted to drugs and a world renown music star or the 'god of music'. (Read my other post on the gods of sports... those are Mars/Neptune people. )

Let's have a look.

Neptune in Elvis' chart is the highest planet at 14 degrees Virgo. Anytime a planet is near the midheaven it dominates the color of the chart. In addition he is Sun trine Neptune and Jupiter sextine Neptune. Add to that a Moon in Pisces and you have enough Neptune to be a super musician and a possible drug addict.

His Neptune though wasn't his problem. Neptune people and Pisces people who are ruled by Neptune are easily manipulated. Elvis had Pluto (in black) opposing his Sun, Mercury, and Venus. He had some bad people taking advantage of his good heartedness.

If you have a Neptune addiction that isn't healthy try replacing it with something less harmful. The beach, water, music and religion are nice replacements for drugs and alcohol.