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pinkthrone445 · 7 months

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~Shadows of the night~

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Gender: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers.

Warnlings : (+18) Alcohol, mention of deaths, few spoilers for Game of Thrones season 2. Tell me if any were missing.

Summary:Brienne ends up falling in love with someone she didn't expect.

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The intense fluttering of the crows pulled her out of the spiral of her thoughts, the night was very dark and she could not see beyond what the torches illuminated, but she came to see a flash among the trees of the forest, something was moving, probably an animal, but as a precaution she drew her sword looking intently at the forest. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the breeze rustle around her neck. Mrs. Stark's scream cut through the silence of the night, quick as her feet would allow, Bri entered the tent to find an arrow stuck in the tent pole, inches from the woman's head, with a note attached to it

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Brienne was on patrol by Lady Stark's tent, It wasn't too long ago that she had been leading the fugitive kingslayer to trade him for Miss Stark's children. But his words echoed in her head: "You're uglier in the daytime" "Where did the lady get a giant like you?" "Have you ever been with a man or woman? Maybe with a horse?". All her life she had suffered from comments like that, but the more years passed, the more the words echoed in her head, would she ever get someone to truly love her? Anyone who sees her true beauty?

-"Are you okay my lady?"-Bri asked with her sword in hand, looking for the intruder who had shot the arrow. The woman nodded still frightened, Bri found no one and went back to her side checking her to see if she had any wounds- "Did you have a chance to see someone?"- The tall woman asked, but the lady shook her head again. Bri was scared, but she didn't let it show, keeping her feelings under her stoic gaze, again someone in her care was in danger and she couldn't do anything to protect her.

After having secured the perimeter with more guards, Bri took the arrow with the note and opened it, it was a small note without much content but with an extravagantly delicate handwriting

Brienne read the note at least three times, the last time aloud for the lady to hear

"My lady, your life is in grave danger, someone is out for revenge and you are blamed for not finding it, you must be extremely careful"

-"Trap or not, this is a warning and a well-founded one, we know that there is a father seeking revenge for his son and I let the culprit escape"- the lady spoke and her knight nodded - "I'm going to need your protection more than ever, look for more knights that you trust to take care of me and my son, we don't know who else is involved in revenge, so just look for the ones you trust the most. I will talk about this with my son, if they seek to cause me harm, they will go after him too".

-"This must be a trap my lady, the arrow alone is a threat, surely they are trying to alter your judgment by making you nervous just so they can try something else" - The tall woman spoke, but the older one shook her head

Her knight nodded and went to do everything she had asked, in just a few hours, Mrs. Stark and her son were protected by good knights and squires. That same night, her enemies tried to go against her and claim her and her son's life, but failed thanks to the anonymous warning letter.

A couple more days passed and there was no sign of the anonymous writer of the letter. Every night, as Brienne made her rounds guarding the perimeter, she felt like someone was watching her from the woods, but it never was anyone else in the place when she went to check.

One night, returning from a long journey, Brienne and her mistress entered the tent where the woman usually wrote letters and went about her business, but the blonde quickly drew her sword at the sight of a woman sitting in the lady's seat. The woman was as pale as the moon, but her hair, eyes, and clothes were black as night, no doubt she was someone Brienne did not know, for she was sure that she could never forget her face even if a thousand more lives passed. Although Bri was very tall and stocky and her sword was more than half the height of the seated woman, the black-haired woman didn't flinch one bit

-"Declare your affairs woman, or the last thing you will see, will be the edge of my sword for breaking in and using Mrs. Stark's chambers without permission"- said the knight. You laughed, standing in front of the knight looking into her eyes, raising your head because of the height difference

-"I'd like to see you try" -You said defiantly and passed by her almost standing in front of Mrs. Stark, the only reason you stopped was because the knight was lightly pressing the sword on your neck- "my Lady" - You said ignoring the pressure of the sword on your neck and the woman holding it, looking straight at the older one in front of you- "I have come to beg you to let me serve you as one of your guard" - Brienne laughed dryly, she couldn't believe the chutzpah you had

-"Why?" - The eldest asked -"and what makes you think you have what it takes? I already have more than necessary protection by my side" - the lady pointed to the woman who still had her sword on your neck

-"I've seen how you work, plan, and carry out your things. No man can think of things the way you do, and there's no one else I'd like to protect. I know she is more than enough protection, but I will not only protect you from imminent threats, but from threats that no one knows or sees until it's too late"-You took an arrow out of its case and gave it to the woman, but she didn't take it, just looked at it-"My lady, I have already proved myself worthy by warning of a betrayal of which no one knew" -At that moment, Brienne understood everything, you had been the archer who had shot the arrow with the letter, she pressed the sword more against your neck causing a drop of blood to come out and slowly run down your neck

-"Your arrow almost killed the lady, it was stuck inches from her head" -The blonde spoke rudely looking you straight in the eyes

-"If I had wanted to kill her, I would have. I never missed an arrow, I just wanted to get her attention" - you took out a piece of cloth and pressed it against the armed chest of the tallest woman, Brienne took it and her blood ran cold when she noticed that it was a piece of her cloak, but she didn't show any emotion on her face-"I had the opportunity to hurt both of you several times, but I didn't. I only observed you hidden in the shadows of the forest and in the shadows of the night. Believe me, ma'am, when I say that I can be of great help by being by your side"

Lady Stark nodded analyzing the situation carefully

-"Put down the sword Brienne"-the blonde did as she was asked but without moving away from you an inch - "I will allow you to serve me, but you will be under Brienne's command, she will control you until you show us that we can trust you"- she spoke in a neutral tone and you smiled

-"Thank you ma'am" - you knelt down with one knee on the ground and bowed your head-"I don't believe in gods, but I make this promise out of the love I have for my mother and the respect I have for my father. I promise to serve you and abide by every decision you make, the gods you serve will be my gods and wherever you go I will go. I will be loyal to you until my last breath and give my life for yours if it is necessary. I will serve you without distractions, I will not seek my advantage in any aspect of my life, I will not seek a partner or love, nor start a family, you will always be the most important thing in my life my Lady".

From that day forward you began to serve at Brienne's side. While it had been the decision of Lady Stark and her orders, there was something about you that made Brienne wary. You were always alone, hidden, and didn't talk much about your life. But she had to admit that you were very good at guarding the perimeter and guarding them from distant threats. No one had the skill with the bow like you.

After spending several weeks together, Brienne would see you go into the woods alone almost every night, so she started following you to find out what you were doing, but even though she was very good at following trails, she always lost you.

One night like any other, as she was following you, something hit her head gently, looking at the ground she noticed that it was a pine cone, looking up, she saw you sitting on a tree branch looking at her seriously with your head tilted to the side

-"How many more nights do you plan to follow me?" - You asked and she pretended not to understand

-"I was just getting some air" - replied the blonde and you came down from the tree standing next to her, raising your head to look her in the eye

-"I don't know if you're more bad at lying or trying to be silent and go unnoticed."-You responded by walking around her and tugging at her cloak a little—"your armor and cape make you stomp under his weight, that's why I always feel when you're coming and I have time to hide so you don't follow me" -You started walking deeper into the woods, reaching a lake and dipping your toes into the water after taking off your shoes. Brienne followed you and stood beside you staring at you in the moonlight, almost hymnotized, forgetting for a moment why she was following you.

-"You go out to train with your swords, I go out at night to enjoy the calm and silence" - you said softly and that brought Brienne out of her trance- "I know you don't trust me, I see it in your eyes, in your whole being. You never let me be alone with Lady Stark, you never stop watching me when I do something, you always treat me worse than the others under your command, whenever I grab my bow you look at me suspiciously, waiting for me to do something wrong to attack me... Someday I'll do something to show you that I'm just as deserving to protect someone as you are... I know I don't know how to fight hand-to-hand like you, I don't know how to use a sword like you, I know I'm just the daughter of a blacksmith and a servant, that I'm not from any royal family or any knight, but I trained a lot to be the best archer there was and I know I am, So I won't let your distrust of me bring me down and make me doubt what I'm worth, because I know I'm very good at my job and I don't need your approval"-You spoke with more and more anger in your voice, something Brienne didn't expect, was a midnight confession of how her treatment made you feel. Not knowing what to say and seeing that you weren't doing anything wrong, she turned and went back to camp leaving you alone.

More months passed, and Brienne began to feel less distrustful of you and more curious to meet you. Little by little she began to invite you to eat with her when they had breakfast in the fortress, when you passed each other in the corridors she greeted you with a small bow with her head. She started teaching you a little bit of meelee combat and in return, you tried to teach her how to shoot arrows, but it was a failure. Brienne began to trust you, in battles, and in day-to-day life. She realized that her mistrust had been baseless and that you were indeed a very good person, with good and transparent intentions, to be of use under someone good like Lady Stark.

She didn't know if it was because you spent so much time together or because you always had something interesting to tell, but every day she wanted to spend more time by your side listening to you and watching you. Taking advantage of every opportunity to be near you, she went from following you to control you to following you to admire you.

Brienne had never felt this way about anyone, she had never enjoyed someone's company so much, she didn't know what was happening to her, but she liked it. Although it bothered her a little not knowing what was going on in your head.

One day, after an arduous battle, the Starks threw a big party, to which you and Brienne were invited as it was your days off. If the blonde wasn't sure how she felt about you, she was convinced she was in love when she saw you walk through the doors wearing a red dress and your hair up, a big contrast to the black outfit you wore when you went into battle. Out of nerves, the tall woman was avoiding you most of the night. For your part, you thought that Brienne for some reason had become suspicious of you again, and since you didn't like being with many other people, you stayed on the side of the party, taking every drink that crossed in front of you to kill the boredom.

A couple of hours later, you went to your room, stumbling a little from having a few too many drinks. When you were taking off your clothes, a soft knock was felt on your door, knowing very well the footsteps that had been heard seconds before, you were sure that the blonde was on the other end of the call

-"Come in"-You answered, Brienne came in to talk to you, to apologize for avoiding you all night, so you wouldn't think wrong, but forgot what she was going to say when she saw how little clothes you were wearing. For your part, you didn't know if it was the drinks you drank or what, but instead of being embarrassed, you stuck out your chest to show off your attributes more - "The cat ate your tongue, Bri?"

"Bri" the blonde liked the sound of that nickname from your lips. She tried to talk but she only stammered, especially when you started to get close to her, trapping her between you and the door. Brienne felt silly looking at the seductive way you smiled and how your eyes sparkled in the candlelight, why were you looking at her that way? She never imagined that someone could look at her like that. Perhaps it was one of those dreams she had had the last few nights, in which she imagined that the feelings she had were reciprocal

-Are you going to start following me again to see what I'm doing or did you come for another reason? - You spoke very close to her and Brienne just shook her head

-I-I... - Why had she come? How do you think about anything when one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen was half naked in front of her? What could she say that wouldn't make you walk away, that would keep you coming closer to her? Brienne was confused, according to her, she had never liked a woman before, was that wrong? What if your prompt actions weren't what they seemed and she tried something and just scared you?. Before her head could continue to curl any further, she felt yourself gripping the collar of her shirt tightly, pulling her close to you and bumping your lips against hers. Brienne was in shock and couldn't follow the kiss, but she felt how you kissed her in desperation, she also felt the alcohol on your breath. She tried to stop you, she knew you were drunk and this wasn't right, but when you started kissing and biting her neck, she lost all willpower. With great agility you turned her around and pushed her onto your bed, climbing on her hips and removing her shirt

-"(Y/N)... "- The blonde wanted to speak firmly, but it came out like a desperate whimper-"(Y/N) stop... I had never..." - she whispered and you smiled

-"It's okay, don't worry, I haven't done it before either, we can learn together. Tell me you really don't want to and I'll stop, but I've seen how your gaze has changed for me, I know it's not just my imagination and that you want this too. You are a perfect woman and I have liked you for a long time, you drive me crazy and I would like to show you how much I like you kissing every inch of your perfect body. If you let me, I'll spend my whole life revering every inch of you"-You whispered desperately and began kissing and marking her chest. Brienne did want this, but not like this, not while you were drunk, not when the next day you wouldn't remember anything and maybe you'd regret being with her. How is it that you ended up with her, when you could have gone with anyone more beautiful than her. Thousands of questions went through her head, how could she stop you without you taking it badly? Was it the effect of the alcohol or did you also feel something true for her? Was being with a woman wrong? What would others say? Caught up in her doubts and fears, Brienne lowered her gaze to finally stop you, but what she saw took her out of place. You had fallen asleep on her chest, curled up with a small smile. Near your mouth, on her skin, were a couple of marks and bites. Your breathing was soft and calm and your arms were hugging her waist tightly, as if hugging her is your only reason to live. Brienne sighed, the alcohol had knocked you out and stopped you from getting any further. On one hand she was relieved but on the other, she couldn't deny how hot you had made her feel. Little by little, Brienne's agitated breathing was controlled and before she knew it, she fell asleep, relaxed from feeling of you on top of her, feeling calm and safe.

The next morning, with the first rays of sunshine, Brienne awoke, immediately remembering the events of the previous night, fear taking over her body. What if you woke up upset without understanding what she was doing there? What if you thought she had taken advantage of you? What if, since you didn't have alcohol in your system, you saw again how unpleasant she was? What if... Brienne watched as you slept peacefully on top of her, still clinging to her waist, Your hair was a little disheveled, but the same smile from the night before was still on your face. How was it possible that you were even more beautiful like that? Although her brain was telling her to run, to avoid waiting for you to wake up, her hands moved to your back caressing it with delicacy and love. If this was the only time she'd be like this with you, maybe she should seize the opportunity. She took a deep breath etching your scent into her memory, your entire room had your scent. She smiled again as she felt a little sleepy babble from you and how you snuggled closer to her chest, as if you wanted to reach her heart and stay there forever. Suddenly, your eyes opened, widened, and she could see the panic in them, making her nervous as well. The magical moment was broken, you had already woken up and she was still there hugging you against her body

-"B-Brienne" -You whispered and sat on the bed looking at her and covering your body with the sheets, your cheeks turned red at the sight of the marks on Brienne's chest - "what happened? You and me?... Did we?... "

-"No no" -Brienne quickly shook her head- "You fell asleep on my chest and I couldn't leave without waking you up..." - she saw how you sighed with relief and her heart contracted a little, were you relieved that you hadn't been with her? Would you have regretted it if it had happened? You needed alcohol to be with her?... Brienne got up quickly, since you didn't have her pinned against your body and the bed anymore, she arranged her clothes walking to the door - "I've got to go, we've got training in a few hours" -she said. When she was about to leave, she stopped as you grabbed her wrist, she turned and lowered her head to see you. You had a look of remorse on your face as you had remembered several things that happened in the night, but you also looked very fragile and sincere

-"I'm so sorry for my behavior last night... Alcohol... The alcohol made me act indecently, I'm relieved that nothing went any further... But it's not a lie what I said, I like you very much Bri and I think you are a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen... I'm relieved that nothing else happened, but not because I don't want to be with you, but because our first time should be something to remember, not something from an impulse for alcohol...I don't know if you like me or it was just my imagination, but you drive me crazy, I've been in love with you for months and it's getting worse every day... I want to kiss you every minute and always be close to you, I want to..." - This time, it was Brienne who interrupted you with a kiss, but it was a slower and more loving one, more affectionate and delicate, a great contrast to the kiss of the night before.

-"I like you too, a lot"-she whispered against your lips making you smile, then she hugged your waist and continued kissing you lovingly.

That's when Brienne understood that it didn't matter what others said or what names they called her, she was beautiful and more than enough, she could see it in your eyes and you spend every day showing how much you loved her and how beautiful she really was.

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celestialtarot11 · 4 months

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Pisces Importance 🐳🌊

Hi friends! 🌟🌊 I would like to shed light on the meaning of Pisces beyond what we think we know. This is all based off of Esoteric Astrology + Vedic + Traditional Astrology. I feel like I understand the mission of Pisces in this lifetime and others much better 💅🏻 please feel free to comment like and reblog! 🤗✨

First, let’s talk about the metaphorical death of man. It’s incredibly important to understanding Pisces position of healing. In Esoteric Astrology, after the man faces his metaphorical death in Aries (the ego, impulses, material desires, and trauma) then the man reaches Scorpio. The earth burial, and his own grave. Suffocation by the physical. In this process, after Aries the body must lay, and that’s where decomposition starts. Scorpio rules decomposition, decay, and rotting. After the lesser leaves, the ego, physical desires, material impulses and what was once comfortable, the man reaches a point of salvation and experience. After seeing himself burn, lay, and rot, he reaps his experience and know is filled with the knowledge of Pisces. The relinquishing of himself. The last cycle after burial in earth is drowning. The release into humanity and the cleansing of the physical.

Pisces rules the finishing and yet the beginning of the mans soul. Without the death metaphorically speaking, Pisces in a man is dormant and the power of his intuition is dimmed. To awaken it on a profound level, he must release the physical.

Therefore, Pisces is the healer and sovereign after all manner of deaths. Relinquishing oneself. It’s the death of all attachments, and returning to ones peace and harmony.

Ruled by Jupiter, this planet is a benefict bringing fusion between the soul and physical form. Allowing the native to embrace their soul in their form. Jupiter allows the native to always uplift his personality and come back to improving oneself. Pisces can harbor knowledge from experiences gathered after loss of oneself and share that. This is where Pisces begins to service humanity in their teachings, operating from their purest self as they connect to their heart. As seen in Pisces, two fish dance cosmically. One representing the soul, and the other the physical form. Jupiter binds the two in a functional relationship by a thread.

In Vedic astrology, Pisces are lead to spiritual liberation (moksha) often associated with independence, being self-led in their journey, and determined individuals. The notion that water signs are crybabies are far from the truth. Pisces goes on to develop their intuitive abilities in a physical form, most likely music or drawing of some kind. Pisces are incredibly tuned in, resilient, and go through constant cycles of change. Although they are sensitive to their environments, they are not necessarily weak because of that.

Pisces and water signs are integral to all our deepest healing journeys as one can see 💗 there’s so much more to cancer, pisces and scorpio and the role these signs play in the remission of our soul.

Please comment your feedback and share your thoughts! It’s always appreciated.

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thoughtsandbones · 8 months

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The flesh you thread between my blood and bones slows down the pendulum of death

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, American Idiot - Green Day, After Dark - Mr.Kitty, 1973 - James Blunt

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14 and PART 15 I

Part 15 II

Ghost stared at the yellow sign reading in black NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT on the white double doors that led to the operating room where Soap had been wheeled in by both doctors, surrounded by other medical staff.

As he walked behind them when they rushed ahead he heard them shouting all sorts of medical jargon. You were so calmly ordering for mLs of drugs with too many Zs. He looked down at his skeletal gloves, the fake bones once white now stained red with Johnny's blood.

Looking up again at the sign he thought of you. How your hands would also be bloodied, pouring deep into Soap's body, mending him.

You gotta save him he pleaded in his head. He couldn't lose Soap, not now. Not after what they had been through together in Mexico, Chicago... now this.

'C'mon Lt!' Soap's words rang through his skull. Guilt flooded his chest as he remembered moments of how blunt he had been to Soap...

Squeezing his fist tight, Ghost sighed and then walked down the corridor until he found himself a chair in an empty room and plopped the chair right outside those double doors. Sitting down, Ghost winced with pain, the cut sobbed as he sat down and moved his torso.

"Fuuuck" He growled quietly.

Leaning back, he shut his eyes letting the darkness wash over him.

...

Soap was lifted onto the surgical bed. As you and Peyton scrubbed in, the nurses dressed him. Through the window of the scrub room you watched as he was intubated, his bloodied clothes discarded in the yellow hazard bin.

Once scrubbed and prepped, you assume the lead role in the surgery. Neuro was your speciality, this was a spinal injury. This is your arena. Closing your eyes, you breathe in.

"It's a beautiful night to save lives" You say, opening your eyes. Peyton eyes crinkle, a sign she was smiling under her medical mask.

"10 blade" You say and the nurse gives your instrument. You place the edge of the blade two inches above the bullet wound, applying pressure with your index finger you slide the blade across the skin unveiling the flesh beneath.

"Suction" Peyton says and she moves in with the machine that gargles up the blood from the exposed muscle

Peeling back the muscular layers you clamp down areas needing support. Soap's lumbar was one display. No major damage could be seen.

"Bullet must've missed the lumbar" Peyton says

"L1 clear" You say inspecting the upper lumbar region, with your blade you move down

"L2 clear"

"Suction" Peyton says

"L3 clear" you say and then move down

"Suction"

As you looked around L4, there was a sudden gush of blood and the monitors started beeping rapidly

"Found the bullet" You say "Clarissa, Kerrison rongeur" holding your left hand up whilst holding the area with your blade as Peyton continued suction. The beeping subdued.

"Need another pair of hands for this" You say

Peyton gave the suction pipe to the nurse on her right and then took hold of a clamp and forceps.

Cutting away at the connective tissue and muscle you peel the layer as Peyton grabs the shrapnel

"Hard part now.." She said after depositing the shrapnel in dish

Rapid beeping started again. You and Peyton both move together, suction, cutting, threading and assessing any damage to the surrounding nerves.

"Pulse at 120" Clarissa said as she took hold of the forceps from Peyton

"Shit" You say as more blood gushed from the wound which was quickly slurped away from the suction pipe.

"Sutures" Peyton said and she began to sew up the first damaged nerve.

There was a increase in beeping

"Pulse 150"

"Let me do it" You say and Clarissa swiftly gives you a new set of sutures.

After adjusting yourself you look down "Surgical microscope please" And the microscope was brought down to your level and adjusted to your eyeline.

Focusing your eyes through the lense you begin to graft the a new nerve from the damaged nerve, cutting the damaged part and sewing the ends.

This was your element. Fixing the broken. Mending the hurt.

After 5 hours of intense surgery, you and Peyton were nearly finished. The beat of song playing off the speaker was echoing across the walls of the OR. Nodding your head along to the drum of Green Day's American Idiot as you finished suturing the final layer of Soap's skin.

"Nice finish" Peyton said as she cleaned the area "Stats are good" she added looking at the various monitors that beeped rhythmically along with the music.

"Pause music please" You said, one of the nurses pauses.

You cut the last suture and place the forceps onto the tray held by Clarissa.

"Good job Dr Kaur" She said nodding at you. You nod back and return to admire the handiwork which was being dressed by Peyton and another nurse.

"He is stable and stats are looking great" Clarissa says as you eye the monitor. You turn to her and smile, putting more effort to crinkle as your mouth was hidden behind the mask.

"We will take him back to the ICU just for observation" Peyton said as she moved over from Soap to you and Clarissa.

"I'll help take him" Clarissa said "Well done"

"No thank you" You say "Thank you everyone" You say loudly to the rest of the medical team all who respond with a cheerful thanks back.

"I'm gonna head back" You say

"I'll keep you updated, and let you know when the team can see him" Peyton says taking her gloves off as they left the OR, she tapped you on the shoulder and walked off.

Taking off your surgical cover, masks and gloves you wash the grimy sweat off your hands. The smell of strong disinfectant soap filled your nose.

Leaving the scrub room you walk off back towards the double doors where you had rolled Soap in. He was okay now. Had to wait until he was awake to see if there is any nerve damage to his legs...

Checking one of the clocks on the hallway you realise it was 11:49am, you longed for a hot shower and then the comfort of your bed. Walking through the double doors, midway through yawning you were met with a giant man sat in the middle of the hallway. The skull face gave you a jump. It took a few moments to register that it was Ghost.

"Lieut-"

Ghost leapt up from his chair and nearly toppled you over as he confronted you

"Is he alright? Did he make it?" He blurted, his eyes widening at you.

You stare back into his eyes, only just able to make out the blue iris.

"He's okay." You say, reaching your right hand up to to his shoulder.

"His legs, said somethin' abou' his legs" Ghost huffed at you

"Ghost, he is stable and in the ICU, regarding his legs, we will have to wait until he wakes up to assess any damage." You to him calmly

He takes in this information, your calm demeanor. Of course you know what you are doing he thought to himself

"Are you okay sir? You ask

"I'm okay" Ghost said quickly.

You look at him curiously, there was something off about him.

"Okay then.." You say moving away from him.

Ghost moves towards the chair and picked it up with his left arm, the sudden weight made him wince and groan as his unattended wound stretched and weep as he moved.

"Fuuck" He whispered to himself as he set the chair back down and placing his right hand over his wound on the left side of his waist.

"Lieutenant what happened?" You say rushing over to him

"Nothin'" He said trying to push you away. You scoff at him and roll your eyes.

"Ghost, I'm in no mood for bullshit" You say sharply at him. Ghost looked at you, eyebrows narrowed, your eyes slightly red and clearly tired.

He was being rude again.

"I got a nick" He said motioning to his wound looking at your stern face, eyes narrowed. Clearly annoyed. "Can you patch me up?" He asks, your stern face relaxed, softened.

"Right, come with me" You say letting out a big sigh and head out of the RAMC building and then back to the infirmary in Building 2.

Turning the light on you spritz the med bed and give it a quick wipe.

"Get your vest off" You say plainly to Ghost who follows your command. He unties the straps and then sets his vest aside. Attempting to take his hoodie off but he couldn't as the wound caused him to wince further.

"Need some help?" You say as you look over to Ghost who was clearly struggling.

"Alrigh' then" He said and braced himself as you walk closer to him, bringing your hands to his body, rolling the hem of his hoodie slowly and carefully.

Ghost winced again as you went near his waist.

"Might have to cut it off" You suggest looking up at him.

"Go on then" He mumbled, the edge of his mouth curved slightly under his mask.

Grabbing a pair of clothing shears, you cut the hoodie off Ghost, revealing a damp black shirt underneath, his bare muscular arms on unveiled. You look at his waist, and see a patch of dried up blood, parts of his shirt clung to his skin dried and wrinkled.

"Sit on the med bed please" You motioning to the bed and then you walk off to the bathroom to wash your hands. Sleep eludes you. Drying your hands you head back to where Ghost was, who was now sitting crouched on the edge of med bed.

Putting on a pair of gloves and grabbing a stool with your foot you slide close to Ghost, and lift the t-shirt. As suspected the parts that clung to the skin where dried stuck to the wound. An impromptu weak bandage.

"Gonna also have to cut your shirt around the wound, it's dried to the gash"

Ghost looked down at you.

"Can't you bandage it?" He asks and the expression your face held clearly showed he asked a stupid question.

Your look of disbelief subdued, and grabbed the scissors. Ghost's heart quickened. He didn't mind being shirtless. But not when he has been in the field with limited availability to shower, smelt like shit and especially in front of a woman he was interested in...

"Wai-" Ghost began but he was too late, you began to cut his shirt off him, exposing his sticky sweaty scarred skin.

As you cut away at the fabric you notice various deep pink and white scars adorned on his chest and abdomen. Dirt had built up in areas, but it was expected. A shower is the last thing you need in the field.

Grabbing some saline water and a towel, you wash away dirt surrounding the remaining cloth covering his wound. Gently, with your gloved fingers you peel the cloth away revealing the gammy wound. Inflamed and dirty.

"Lift your arm" You ask and Ghost does so and watches as your pour more saline to the wound, his eyes focused on the precision placement of your fingers on his waist, not ogling him.

He slightly winces as your fingers graze over a sensitive area. As you examine the area, you notice it was bumpy, sand had gotten into the wound.

"This area is very inflamed. Lie down, it'll sting as I clean it" You say gently

Ghost shuffled back and then. laid down and then turned his head to watch as you focused on cleaning his wound, your concentration unwavering as you focused on the task at hand. He noticed the lack of talking, just blunt and no joy. But then, you did just finish a 6 hour surgery.

He gazed at your tired eyes, noticed how you rapidly blink every now and then, your mouth pursed, no smile on show. You grabbed some small gauze and wiped the wound.

"This is going to need stitches" You say

"Hmm" Ghost mumbled "I'll let you get to work, I'll just be here" He adds

You laugh slightly and then finish cleaning the area before starting to suture the two layers of fatty tissue and muscle, pulling the flesh together again, wiping away any blood with clean gauze.

Ghost felt himself slip into the bed beneath him as you got to work, focusing on his breathing; in for four, hold, then out slowly for four. Drifting away, away from the chaos of the last 24 hours. Away from the chaos that still looms ahead of him.

<CUE FLASHBACK> 23rd August 2010 Ashfield Base, mess hall "Sergeant Riley" You said as you plopped down opposite your superior in the mess hall with your lunch, the hall was mostly empty, the radio played on the speaker overhead. "Cadet" Sergeant Riley said not looking up from his cup of tea and half-eaten sausage roll. "C'mon sir, you know my name" You quipp at him as you take a bite of your pizza. Simon looks up from his cup and stars at you, your eyes widened and the grin appeared on your face. "Cadet Ruhari" He sighed looking back at his sausage roll. "Cadet maybe no more" You say cheerfully Simon looked up quickly "What do you mean?" He asked "Captain asked if I wanted to come join full time, commit proper into the army." You said "Ah" Simon said quietly "Ain't you got some good brains for uni?" He added and looked at you as you shrugged "Maybe can do it later, but I do enjoy this" You say motioning the space around you. "Nothin' enjoyable about war" He said sharply You were taken aback "Of course not sir, I just meant as in discipline, camaraderie and the protection of one's country" "Hmm" Simon mumbles giving you a slight cold stare with his sharp blue eyes. In that moment of silence, the radio station at base start playing 1973 by James Blunt. The echoes of the piano filled your body and you began to twiddle your fingers to the beat of the drum. Looking at Simon you start to grin, he looks up at you as you begin to mouth the lyrics: Simona.. you're getting older Your journey's been etched on your skin... "Simonaaaa" You sing quietly and giggle Simon gazed at your joyous smile as you continued to mouth the lyrics of the stupid song that made a twist of his name. He watched on as you exaggerated the 'mona' part of Simona and laughed along with you. Simon knew the Captain was going to offer you a place in the army, but he had hoped you would decline. Going out in the field changes people. Changes the best of people. Turns them into someone else. Would you still be the same after you see the horrors of war? Simon wondered as he watched you finally finish the now cold slice of pizza. He would hate to see that beautiful smile disappear.

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psychopomp

Summary: psychopomp - a conductor of souls to the afterworld.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, if you squint (it's really more of a study in grief/writing exercise)

WC: 972

Warnings/Themes: violence, general sad times, grief, etc.

A/N: Happy Friday! This has been rattling around my brain for a minute. Maybe it's something, maybe it's nothing. Regardless, have at it.

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Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.

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He makes sure Robin gets out, and the kids too.

But not him.

Beaten black and blue, his luck could only go so far.

Months go by, and Dustin never stops listening. Turning the dial as if it’s a clock to be wound, running through the frequencies desperate for a sign.

It never comes.

Yet hope remains eternal.

Cold. Damp.

Belly to the concrete on the roof as the mark and his wife walk the streets of Stockholm.

Crackling and then, “инициировать цель.”

Eye to the scope, trained on the man’s back. A pulse of the trigger, a bloom of blood as he falls to the ground.

Another pull to the trigger, his wife stumbles.

“цель завершена.”

The headlines the next day will read: Prime Minister of Sweden, Olof Palme, Assassinated & Wife Injured. Suspect Still At Large.

Spring bleeds into summer. Hopper’s miraculous return from beyond the grave.

The first thing Robin says to this revenant of a man is,

“Steve?”

A slow shake of his head, pity evident in his gaze. Watches as she wilts like a hot-house flower, eyes glassy with tears.

Robin swallows a sob, nods briefly and turns toe before he can attempt to comfort her.

A year passes, slower than he’d like.

Dustin gets on well enough, Hellfire and Suzie to keep him occupied.

Occasionally, he’ll zone out for a moment or two. Dip back into the recesses of his memory and recall walks along the train tracks, well-intended advice, and pep talks in the car.

A can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray sits on the bathroom counter.

He can’t bring himself to use it.

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie nudges him with an elbow. “We lost you there for a minute, you good?”

Dustin nods, turning his attention back to the campaign. Attempts a reassuring smile.

It doesn't reach his eyes.

Muggy. Urban.

Vaguely familiar.

He sits in the dark as directed, and waits. Time passes, as it always does.

The jangling of keys, the door creaking open.

His hand wrapped around the grip, finger poised on the trigger.

Tick. Thunk.

A strangled gasp as the body falls to the floor.

He rises from the chair, steps easily over the man as he wheezes out shallow breaths.

Aims the pistol to the back of his head, pulls the trigger once more for good measure.

Wipes a bead of blood from his boot and walks out the door to disappear in the night.

Dustin’s running out the door when the phone rings from the kitchen.

He answers it with thinly veiled annoyance, “What.”

“You’ll want to be sitting down for this,” Robin says, voice tremulous.

“Rob, I don’t have time for—-"

“Dustin,” She pleads, emotion thick in her voice. “Please.”

Reluctantly, he sits.

And then his world is turned upside down, yet again.

Robin speaks in a stuttering staccato, because her brain is moving faster than her mouth, rewiring itself with newly gleaned information.

In California, Jonathan swears he saw someone who looked exactly like Steve— his mirror image, truly, but vacant behind the eyes. He attempted a wave, a greeting, but a hand clamped down on Steve’s shoulder like a vice and turned him down a side street.

He tried to follow, but when he got there, it was vacant. As if no one had ever stepped foot in that alley. Jonathan is adamant that he wasn’t high at the time, and was in such a panic that he called Nancy immediately from his house.

Who then, in turn, called Robin. Who was now speaking to Dustin in a frantic tone.

“And you know what’s spooky?” She says, voice falling to a hush, “When he called Steve’s name, he turned or was about to until that guy moved him away.”

Dustin can barely breathe.

It’s his senior year and Steve’s been gone since ‘85. He doesn’t have the time for this, there’s a gravestone in the cemetery declaring that Steven Michael Harrington was a loving son and friend, that’s he’s dearly missed.

Oh god, is he missed.

Dustin should know, the only people who visit it more than him are Robin and Max. Fresh seasonal flowers and the gray marble polished to a high sheen. Momentos and notes from the party, monthly check-ins where they tell him about what’s new in their lives.

“Robin,” Dustin says, brows tilting together. “He’s gone, you know he is.”

She sighs, “I don’t— I don’t want to know that Dustin.”

“I get it, I want to believe he’s out there too.” He shakily stands up from the kitchen table. "But if he was alive, Steve would’ve made his way back to us by now.”

“You’re right.” She eeks out, “I just wanted it to be him,” A wet laugh of disbelief. “I wanted to hope so badly, kid.”

“I know,” Dustin rasps, wicking a tear from his eye. “Me too.”

Hot. Cloying.

Dilapidated houses and ramshackle fences.

The grip on his shoulder remains, an echo to remind him.

Obey.

He stops in front of the house, loads the gun.

The man is paranoid, as he should be.

“You can kill my body, and you can take my life but you can never kill my soul. My soul will live forever!” He shouts into the early morning light.

Mechanically, he raises the gun and squeezes off two rounds into the man’s face.

The headlines the next day read: Huey Newton Killed; Was a Co-Founder Of Black Panthers.

Mission completed.

The metallic flavor of copper in his nose. The sweet humming from a raspy voice. The notches of a spine pressing against his skin.

Hard angles. Soft curves. A ruby red tongue brushing over a protruding bottom lip. Bloodlust sated and smiling at him like he’s finally come home.

But still, a sound haunts him. The man on the crowded street, pale in the sunlight, eyes blown wide.

“Steve!”

Who the hell is Steve?

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boyreceptionist · 1 year

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I posted 3,098 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

someone use he pronouns on me stat before i’m erased from this timeline

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by far the most iconic ride to get to the trans gym!

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your local hell hound (he/they) ID in alt text.

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My #1 post of 2022

my body has been wracked with grief since the shooting at Club Q on Trans Day of Remembrance, exactly 42 years after the shooting in Greenwich at multiple gay bars. That it happened in the same week a gay bar in nyc has had a brick thrown through their window 3 times. for all the moments we don’t make the news for.

i don’t have anything transformative to say and i’m beyond empty. yet, i still find myself dreaming through death and massacre and criminalization,

of a world where we live long lives

of a world i get to meet you

of a world we kiss our lovers and friends not worrying it’ll be the last

of a world where you get home safe, a world where you got home safe.

i’m waiting for your “got home safe” text. i’m waiting to hear the door unlock and to know you survived.

i feel desperate to keep going, not out of spite but dedication. for every moment taken away from us i will carry you with me. and if an early grave comes for me we’ll still find a way forward.

it wasn’t your time and you’re still gone. rest in peace is a cheap salve but i hope you find it; rest and peace.

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Wreckage

Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers

Summary: To say open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Warnings: More blood people!

This is available on Wattpad so if you are a member or have an account, please, I encourage you to leave a comment :) Tales from the reapers scythe Wattpad link

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To say Open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Adder and Lee managed to get the boy to safety, staying out of sight when the family he knew answered the door but it still didn't stop every single reaper in the world having a bounty on their heads. The Banished relished every moment of it. Of course the finger of blame was being directed towards Lee and Adder and as usual, Adder was taking his frustrations out by violent means. More barrels were damaged, more walls cracked and Lee was exhausting every option he had in order to calm him down, nothing was working and Lee feared the beast within would be making a permanent residence.

So Lee resorted to something obscure, a means to put all of that pent up aggression into something productive. A project if you will. See what you didn't know about Lee, is that the man has a love for American muscle cars. We're talking about Plymouth Barracudas, Mustangs, Impalas, Chevelle 454's, Dodge Challengers and Chargers. It was a passion he shared with Adder and he knew the other man's favourite car, one that always stopped the man dead in his tracks whenever it rode past.

A ninety sixty eight Dodge charger RT, specifically in black.

There was no way Lee would be able to get one brand new, so he went one better, he found one at the bottom of the hudson, paid someone to retrieve it and brought it back to the warehouse and boy was it in a state.

It had clearly been in the saltwater for some years, The paintwork had been stripped from the body, the body itself was rusty, brittle and crumbling away, the chassis had seen better days and as for the seats and furnishings, well they were just rotten, smelling, disgusting and destroyed. To add to all the problems, the once loud and proud V8 engine was seized, silencing the beast altogether; It was a sad sight to see, one that would make a car enthusiast's heart sink but Lee was sure it was in good hands, despite the fact none of them had an ounce of mechanical experience.

"She just needs a bit Love" Lee said proudly

"A bit of love? Lee she's practically dead" Adder retorted

"Well if she is dead, she will rise like a Phoenix from the watery grave" Lee replied happily

"How? We have no experience with these things." Adder asked

"No but there are reapers who do. I know one and he does amazing Greek food too." Lee replies as he pats his shoulder happily "Will help you focus that anger into something productive"

"Just looking at it is making me angry and you know what....I'm gonna wash it, make it slightly less of a tip"

"There you see, it's working" Lee replied cheerily

"You're not funny Lee!"

How they would find time to fix it up was beyond Adder's understanding but if he made a start on the car, it would be a small step in the right direction. Washing it would be therapeutic, ridding it of all the gunk it dredged out of the Hudson would be a fresh start, a new beginning for the beast's rotting corpse. Symbolic in a way but Adder didn't really think about that, he just wanted to clean it up and get rid of the river pong that lingered around the car.

It took him hours, cleaning it down, scrubbing it to within an inch of its life and working his job as a reaper but it was done and Adder felt a sense of satisfaction when it was no longer stinking of the Hudson. The thing was, once Adder got going, he didn't really know when to stop. He was up till the early hours of the morning, stripping out the seats and the interior before collapsing on his bed at four in the morning and waking up again at nine when he could smell bacon being cooked.

It was a smell that could quite literally wake the living dead but as Adder rose from his bed and made his way to the kitchen, he sensed a sullen atmosphere around Lee. Something had happened while he was burning the midnight oil.

"You'll burn yourself out if you are not careful," Lee said to him softly. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah...slept like a log. Is everything okay Lee?"

"More reapers were attacked during the night by hunters, souls are becoming lost because these attacks are either disrupting the judgement process or they are stopping reapers from getting there in time. The balance is being rocked by these inconsistencies and I don't know how much longer we can keep it stable" Lee replied quietly

This sombre Lee unsettled Adder, he was used to the jovial, happy go lucky Lee that always had a way of cheering Adder up, not this Lee, the Lee that was looking defeat in the face and quietly accepting their fate. The hunters wanted blood for the family that was almost vanquished by the Banished but somewhere down the line, wires were crossed and their bloodlust was directed at the reapers, not the white eyed monsters that plagued them.

"Who was the family the Banished almost wiped out?" Adder asked

"The Woodman family, Hunters that were held in high regard, very respected and had a very long history of hunting, losing that kind of knowledge and that threat has an affect"

"Then we need to prove our innocence" Adder suggested, determination In his voice.

"And how do you suggest we do that? Do you think the Hunters will spare you a minute to plead?! They want blood Minari, not excuses or stories. Blood!" Lee snapped as he slammed down the fish slice "When the lead hunter speaks they listen. Why do you think reapers have been working in groups right now?"

"Well I'm not going to sit around and let this witch hunt go on, we have been given a bad name since day one and I have been seen as cursed since I stepped into this life. One way or another I am going to clear our names!" Adder growled in retaliation.

"So what are you going to do? Hmm? Bait yourself? Jasper Lockheart takes every chance he gets to bring down his prey. He gets a chance with you he will take it and he won't be gentle" Lee warned

"Then so be it" Adder replied angrily as he grabbed his scythe and headed to his first call of the day.

It left Lee frustrated, he knew the dangers the hunters possessed, especially Jasper but Adder was at breaking point and he was not willing to listen. He was determined to put things right and although Lee admitted it was a sign of a good leader, he was also worried it would get Adder into trouble. He was going by experience of course, remembering when he was in Adder's position, always striving to prove a point and ended up making mistakes, getting into fights or finding himself in some kind of trouble, yet his master didn't interfere, he allowed him to have his space and to make those mistakes, so that Lee could learn from them and this was exactly what Lee was.doing with Adder. Adder Angry was never a good idea but if he learned how to control that rage, Lee knew he would make an excellent Leader one day and it would help him have better control over the beast within.

Lee went about his own duties that day, providing support for Puma, of all reapers. The man still cursed him for making Adder a reaper but the finger of blame wasn't completely directed at Lee and Adder, the hunters had their share of the blame too. The topic all day was how this all stank, how the facts didn't seem to add up and that the Banished, the reapers worst enemy, had mastermind this to slow the reapers down. It Thoroughly pissed Puma off,

"Something stinks about all this" Puma grumbled as they walked towards Times Square, squeezing through crowds of people "You heard the man tell his son to not hunt us, you heard him forgive us and yet they still want our blood. Pisses me off" He growled

"And Adder is determined to prove our innocence" Lee replied

"How? He's gonna go knock on their door and do a reenactment in the form of Ballet? Come on Lee you know the hunters, they're pig headed and stubborn" Puma asked annoyed

"And so is Adder, he's determined." Lee Iterated

"No offence but does he have a death wish? Jasper Lockheart isn't a hunter you mess about with. If he can take a shot, he will and he will make you suffer great amounts of pain. I heard the shit he does to his prey, it ain't nice"

"That's the least of my worries right now Puma, the balance is becoming difficult to maintain, Adder is becoming more and more angry at the world and the Banished are growing in numbers. Maybe Adder has the right idea... if we prove our innocence we can at least call a truce with the hunters, maybe use them to help" Lee suggested

The suggestion caused the lightbulb to turn on in Puma's head as he paused and looked at Lee, wagging his finger at him.

"You know that ain't a bad idea! If we can hold counsel with them we can work this plan." Puma replied excitedly

"One problem." Lee replied

"Adder" Puma interjected

"We need eyes on him, we need to stop him doing something stupid while we try and resolve this amicably"

"I can get my guys to keep tabs, alert me when they see him, can even use Siren to lure him" Puma mentioned as he approached a hot dog stand and ordered two. "You know Siren has a way with the opposite sex, it's why she got the name"

"I remember when I first came here, I lost everything, was starting again, finding my way and you sent her in to size me up." Lee replied with a smirk as he took his hot dog "She almost had me"

"Yeah but she underestimated you, told me that the Samurai were a different breed. Had no clue what she was on about till I met you and you kicked my ass." Puma replied as he bit into his food

"And we have had an odd relationship ever since" Lee chuckled

"Damn straight"

You'd think it would be straight forward, that Adder would be that angry he'd get seen and Lee and Puma could conduct a counsel with Jasper. You'd think that wouldn't you? Well it didn't happen like that. Adder didn't want to be found and he made sure to stay out of the way. There were no sightings of Adder the whole day, Puma even sent some teams out to see if they could find him but there was nothing, not even breadcrumbs to say he had made an appearance. Like I said, if Adder didn't want to be found, he'd find ways to stay out of sight.

He'd been out all day, he never returned for a hot meal or to soak in the old tin bath to ease aching limbs. Instead it was meals on the go, taking fruit from stalls when the opportunity arose and drinking from water fountains. Basic survival means while he dodged contact with other reapers and now that the sun was setting, he could make his way to Central park and wait.

He knew Lee was against his plan, he knew that this plan could get him killed but if he didn't try, a fate worse than death would be waiting for them all.

He set up camp within the wooded area near the Bethesda fountain and waited patiently for midnight. He watched as the steady stream of people passing through slowed down and turned into a trickle before it became eerily quiet, the only sound being that of the water cascading down from the intricate fountain.

Adder checked his watch, noting he had five minutes to move into position. He grabbed his scythe and made his way to the fountain, making sure he could be seen clearly, baiting himself for the Hunters. He hoped they would aim their weapons at him and let him talk, he hoped they would be understanding to some degree and he hoped they wouldn't be hostile.

Hope was all he had but the hunters didn't really see it that way. Puma was right about Jasper. He saw a chance and he took it. Out of nowhere Adder was hit in the chest with a bolt from a crossbow. The short stubby arrow was black with red fletchings and Adder was about to take it out, till he was hit again, causing him to scream out in pain as another bolt struck his shoulder. His scythe dropped from his grip and bounced on the ground and in that time, the bastard known as Jasper had shot him another two times, one in the left thigh and one in the right, stopping Adder in his tracks.

Jasper got a kick out of watching Adder fall and as Adder lay there, exposed, vulnerable and in tremendous amounts of pain, Lockheart's hunters emerged and surrounded the fallen Reaper. His scythe was within reach but as he went to grasp it, a boot stepped on his hand, breaking bones and causing Adder to growl in agony.

"They say a reaper can be undone by his own weapon" Came a gravely southern drawl voice, "Always wanted to test that theory myself"

Adder managed to turn his face to the voice and was greeted with the face of Jasper Lockhart. Scarred, weathered and emotionless. He tipped the peak of his stetson to reveal the piercing icy blue eyes and the deep scar on his forehead, caused by a beast wanting his head. His beard was as white as snow, trimmed and tidy.

"The other thing they say about the scythe is that it can burn those that are not its assigned owner" Jasper gruffed as he pulled on some thick, black, industrial welding gloves. "So I came prepared"

He picked the scythe up with ease and gazed upon the blade, smirking a little as his eyes darted back to Adder.

"Why did your people kill the Woodmen Reaper?" He asked calmly

"We didn't!" Adder growled as he managed to yank out one of the bolts from his thigh, the bones in his hand healing and snapping back into place at a fast pace "We noticed our scythes reacting to the slaughter, we knew something was off and went to where the Scythe led us. When we got there, the Banished were taunting the Father and the small boy, who we saved...we were just too late for the others"

"Reapers are deceptive. You expect me to believe this tall tale of the banished? What even are they?" Jasper replied as he began to circle Adder.

"They are the reapers who followed the path of myth and lore...the ones who deceive, kill when they shouldn't and get greedy. Only unlike Myth and lore, they have white eyes, no pupils nothing...just an empty white gaze"

"Huh" Jasper said as he stopped in front of Adder "Can't say I've come across any" He said calmly

There was a brief moment, a moment where the steely blue eyes of Jasper held Adder's gaze. A moment where the man became unreadable, a moment where Adder dropped his guard.

Jasper had swiftly hooked the scythe into Adder's chest and slowly dragged the blade from his left shoulder to his right hip; For Adder it felt like an intense burning sensation, like he was being ripped open by a searing hot blade as blood oozed from the deep trench that carved into his chest.

"A reaper harmed by his own scythe is their own weakness, like superman and kryptonite. You become weak..almost mortal" Jasper said calmly as he eyed up the blade. "Sure I could take your head off if I wanted to...but I want you to suffer like you made Rick suffer."

"It wasn't us" Adder replied through gritted teeth, fighting the pain and trying to fight back the beast within.

"Lies. His last words condemned your kind" Jasper growled as he prepared to swing the scythe again.

Another blow would have put Adder at the door of his ancestors, his time as a reaper short lived but good old Lady luck stepped in, smiled and spared Adder in the most unlikely way. Lady luck came in the form of the man who made it clear he didn't like Adder, the man that would have happily started a fight in the middle of a busy Central Park.

Puma.

Adder didn't see what happened, he was too busy with his own fight to focus on what the other reaper was doing but he did hear his scythe drop to the ground, the blade bouncing a few times before finally settling. It allowed Adder to summon it while Puma and Jasper exchanged heated words.

"Ask the boy who saved him!" Puma growled "Or are you scared that your little fairytale about us is about to be blown wide open?"

"Only if you prove your ghost story about the white eyed nasties to be true" Jasper growled as he got right up in Pumas face and attempted to stare the man down.

"Take the subway line that runs under Brooklyn bridge, you'll get your proof. Oh and make sure you aim for the head and turn the bastards to ash" Puma replied, eyes still fixed on Jasper's.

"And if they are not there?" Jasper asked

"Oh they will be there...the starving ones always go there." Puma growled as Jasper began to back away, a smirk on his face.

"Know this...if you're lying to me reaper, we will make all of your lives a living hell" Jasper replied calmly

"Used to it!" Puma spat.

He watched as Jasper quietly ordered his hunters to walk away before looking back at Puma, a smirk etched on his lips.

"Don't fancy his chances" Jasper taunted before walking away.

As much as Puma wanted to rip the man's head off his shoulders, he had to restrain himself for the sake of the balance. He turned his attention to Adder and gently studied the trench left in his chest.

"Another blow like that and we'd have lost you for good" Puma gruffed "Not out of the woods though, we need to get you to a place of worship, get some holy water into that wound"

".....Lee.....where is Lee?" Adder groaned as he screwed up his face with pain.

"Left him at the other end of the park. Ain't got time to be worrying about that, we gotta move. Times ticking Adder." Puma ordered as he draped Adder's left arm over his shoulder and helped Adder up.

How Adder's innards didn't fall out at that point was a miracle but that wasn't Adder's concern. He was losing blood, severely injured and best up and yet his concern laid with the beast within that was fighting its way to the surface and Adder was in no state to fight it back. He needed Lee.

"GET. LEE!" Adder growled as blood started to ooze from his mouth.

"Alright...alright I'll get Lee but time is not on your side Adder." Puma replied as he helped Adder onto a bench, concerned with the amount of blood that was pouring out of his body.

"...It's not on your side either." Adder warned weakly, slumping to the side and struggling to keep awake.

He watched as Puma faded out, watching the whisps of black smoke circle in the air before disappearing. Once he knew Puma was out of sight, he laid himself across the bench, staring up at the stars as he tried to keep focus.

"You need me!" Said a deep voice from the shadows.

Adder smirked as he closed his eyes "Oh you talk now?" He asked himself, knowing the voice.

"I can buy you time" it growled

"At what cost? What do you want in return?" Adder asked before coughing up some blood.

"Polars head!" It barked.

"You'll get it... when I let you...if I let you...if we make it" Adder replied as he looked at his blood soaked hand.

"We will make it" It snarled

"You can't do anything!" Adder growled before screaming out in pain.

He then felt something placed over his chest, hands applying enough pressure to stem the bleeding, he then felt someone carefully take his scythe from his hand before he felt he was being lifted off the ground, carried like a child in distress. Adder clung onto them but he could feel his strength leaving his body with every passing second.

"Hold on Minari" He heard Lee say calmly

He wanted to tell Lee that the beast within wanted to bargain, wanted to break free in exchange of sparing his life but his body didn't give him the chance, he felt himself go lax before blacking out, falling into the silent black abyss. It felt like his soul was floating in a state of limbo, oblivious to what was happening around him. Quiet, eerie and cold but that would soon be gone when he heard something breathing in his ear.

"Wake up!" It snarled

Adder's eyes flew open, his breathing rapid as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He was laying on something flat, it was smooth like marble and cold to touch, above him was a bronzed canopy with turquoise inlays in the ceiling. The metal work, detailed and intricately put together. He then started to move his head around, noticing stained glass windows, high vaulted ceilings, benches, extravagant crosses and an Organ. He was in a place of worship and as he tried to figure out where he was, his thoughts were interrupted by hurried footsteps coming towards him.

"He's awake!" He could hear Lee say

"Lee... Where am I?" Adder asked weakly, wanting to get up.

"Stay still Minari, save your strength," Lee replied.

Puma rushed hurriedly alongside Lee, carrying a bowl filled with water in one hand while the other was gloved, holding Adder's scythe. Together they approached where Adder was laying and before Adder could protest, Lee quickly soaked some clean rags in the water and began to bathe the wound across Adder's chest.

For a moment it felt like the water was doing nothing to the trench that lay across Adder's chest but within seconds, Adder could feel the wound beginning to burn, like the wound was being cauterised by a searing, white hot poker. He gritted his teeth, tried to bite back the pain but it intensified, causing Adder to scream and flail his arms around. Puma was forced to restrain him as best as he could while Lee worked.

"It's holy water Adder, it's doing its job" Puma said hurriedly

"It feels like fucking bleach!" Adder growled as his body arched and squirmed

"It's clearing the poison from your blood" Lee replied

"Poison?! He struck me with my own scythe! There was no poison!" Adder snapped

"When you are struck by your own weapon, your powers become restrained, limited as a means of punishment. Your blade turned against you, will poison you and the only way to rid the poison or curse is to come to a place of worship and clean the wounds with blessed water." Lee replied, still cleansing the wound.

There was a chance that Adder could curse some more, maybe even take the lord's name in vain a few times but all that came out of his mouth were screams of agony, wailings and choked back groans. He managed to stay conscious throughout the ordeal but by the end he was tired, the fight all but left him while Lee carefully wrapped the now cleansed and closed wound.

"Like many mortals who are cut deep, you will carry a scar as a mark of your mistake, This is a lesson Minari. A lesson you must learn about self control and restraint. You could have died tonight had we not come looking" Lee scolded as he placed the blood soaked rags into the now empty bowl.

"Hey take it easy on him Lee, he did what he had to" Puma replied, defending Adder.

"Says the man who believed him to be a curse." Lee replied

"Yeah you got me there but he put his life on the line to clear our names. You could say it was stupid, sure but at least he was willing to do something about it."

Lee wasn't always wrong but when he was, it was always a bitter pill to swallow, especially hearing it from a man who wasn't exactly the number one fan of his apprentice.

"Time will tell if he made the right choice or not. Let's get you home Minari, you need to rest, heal and learn to not be so headstrong" Lee said softly as he carefully helped Adder to his feet, draping one of Adder's arms around his shoulders while he wrapped one of his own arms around Adder's waist, supporting him.

"How are you gonna teach him that?" Puma asked as he handed Adder his scythe.

"By working on our little project," Lee replied with a smile.

Project Charger, as Lee would call it, would be the distraction Adder would need during his down time and the lesson of keeping a level head. Let's be honest, even the most experienced mechanic can still find a way to lose their mind when a car just refuses to work. All that aside, while Adder is laid up and made to rest, the hunters decided to take Puma up on the opportunity to encounter the banished. They took the subway, they went on the line heading towards Brooklyn and as Puma predicted, they were there.

The hunters thought it would be a trick, so they sent a small team of three experienced Hunters that had nothing better to do and out of that team, only one barely made it out alive.

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#star wars - 4,023 posts

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#captain rex - 514 posts

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#but end up causing a massive problem instead because they didn't consider the fact clones name themselves after either animals or concepts?

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I've seen a lot of people headcanon that Echo would have his iconic handprint tattooed on his chest after joining the Bad Batch, but I personally think if he got a tattoo that's not gonna be visible, it wouldn't be his one link to the 501st. If anything he'd want to display the handprint proudly like he had in the past.

After thinking hard about it, I finally decided on a tattoo that felt in line with Echo's personality specifically. Something personal that mostly stays hidden away but that he knows is there and is comforting to him.

Fives's Rishi Eel design is thusly tattooed on his back, and painted over his spinal cybernetic implants. That way he can, in a way, always have his closest brother watching his back. Even from beyond the grave.

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Saudade: A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never be had again.

As much as the Coruscant Guard may have become Dogma's found family, a part of him will always long for his 501st brothers. Especially a certain clone with a teardrop tattoo...

Tulpa may not be Tup, but he sure reminds Dogma a lot of his lost twin... The renegade rookie will make sure his ad'ika grows up to be happy and free.

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The other day I was looking at some screenshots from the Umbara Arc because I was trying to get a lay of the land, so to speak, as I wanted to write about Lich's experiences prior to finding his way back to a now fallen Republic and rising Empire... And three specific frames caught my attention due to very small details.

The first one is when Krell threatens Fives with his lightsaber.

Lightsabers are plasma conduits. They can slice and cauterise at the same time. Using them to threaten someone into compliance like this is a promise to use them rather than a bluff.

Even with his armour on, Fives can likely feel the heat of the blade against his neck and shoulder. This is more than enough reason to go from mild apprehension around Krell to full on distrusting him, because the clones know the Jedi only use their lightsabers when they need to. And only against what they perceive as hostiles that are unwilling to negotiate surrender.

Krell using his lightsaber to threaten someone was an immediate red flag, and Fives knew it.

The second screenshot that caught my attention was when Rex was holding Krell at gunpoint to execute him.

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Commander Fox on his way to get some caf!

A discussion on discord ended with this lovely image that I had to materialise into the digital plane. Sometimes you just gotta shred it on a board while wearing an animal onesie and severely sleep deprived.

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My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I think about how Kix had a near mental breakdown in Umbara due to the stress of trying to keep his brothers alive, only to realise he can't do anything to save them.

I also think about how we saw Rex collapse in near tears after he realises Krell tricked the clones into killing each other, just because he could. How, after Umbara, his next destination was Kadavo...

I think about how Dogma went against his own beliefs due to betrayal, and subsequently went into a state of shock because of the weight of the situation he suddenly found himself in. How Rex nodding at him in approval and respect was likely the last kindness anyone ever extended to him.

I think of Slick acting out violently against both Jedi and clones alike, working into the hands of the Separatists because he didn't feel like there was any other escape against the chains he suddenly saw around his neck and wrists.

I think about how Fives struggled uselessly against circumstances well outside his control when it came to protecting his brothers from certain doom, knowing fully well that he had very likely never gotten over the loss of Echo, and that he'd taken it upon himself to be a protector at the expense of his own relatively short life.

I think of Jesse in the aftermath of Maul's invasive mind probing, of how weak and vulnerable he sounded when talking to Rex because he felt like a failure in that very moment. How he was struggling against the chip when Rex was practically begging him to spare Ahsoka and that maybe, just maybe, had he not been captured by Maul his mental shields would have been strong enough to resist like his captain had...

I think of how Echo who was blown up, tortured, abused, left to look like a shell of his former self that he barely recognises, and who's struggling but pushing forward despite having lost almost everything and everyone he once knew and loved. How it's very likely that he'll eventually die never coming to terms with what happened to himself, and that he'll always feel like less than a man because it's how others treat him.

I think of Wolffe, years after Order 66, struggling with intense fear, guilt, and paranoia, trying to keep his only remaining family safe and accidentally hurting them and others in the process, because he's stuck living in a past that's yet to be explored but that we can assume is crushing him. Wolffe who is, without a doubt, a shadow of the former commander that had served proudly besides his Jedi. Who had always been and always will be a survivor of terrible things.

I think of Gregor who's suffered head injuries at least thrice, got blown up and been left with mental health issues, and who was still very willing to extend his aid and kindness to those around him because he took what he got and accepted it with a smile and a defiant spark to the very end...

I think about all these and more. And it makes me wish the clones had had better than what they ended up with...

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I tagged 11 of my posts in 2022

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#poem - 2 posts

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Longest Tag: 66 characters

#everyone into phantom of the opera at this day and age is autistic

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How the stars linger in his hands

from deserts

spread by oceans unimaginable

deep and pooling through

minerals more human than he

stars carressing every

gash and abrasion

He dances

bathing in light, so stagnantly far

it holds him tightly

so fragile

Molded by asteroids

stardust in every movement

he crumbles

pouring himself into the vastness

only to resurface in my arms

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🪦ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫🧟‍♂️

Greetings and Salutations welcome to probably the most personal I'll ever get on the internet.

Uhh I'm Locke

{he/they} pronouns all that jazz

For the most part this is just me reposting whatever the fuck I'm hyperfixated on.

Some recent things being

-transformers

-xmen

-the sandman

-longboarding

-scream

-the band ghost

-probably some others we don't need to talk about

If you know me Irl no you don't unless you Alistiar or Michael

(hello Alistair <33 hello Michael <33)

Ig here's some other shit about me

I'm an autigender transman

I'm angled AroAce and quite the dandy

Also not repulsed as I am very much a hopeless romantic AS WELL as a manwhore

(I'm indifferent but I'm a slut for intimacy [especially the emotional sort] and affection)

I'm not exclusive to one person fun fact [monoflexible baby!]

I know too much about bugs and phantom of the opera

Its quite obvious in my taste in men that I'm quite mentally ill and neurodivergent

My Poetry Stash https://www.tumblr.com/blog/bleeding-poet

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Is AO3 still down?

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y o hottie

Guys he likes my loserboy swag, cryptically off-putting nature AND my autistic opinions <3

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Boys-

so many of us

born from broken bones

peeling back scabs only to rise

beyond graves, name long since chiseled out

blood seeping off not so angel wings

reborn in "mutilation"

boys-

forged in dirt

eyebags darker every night

and dying at the hands of "real men"

held against pavement

guts wrenching

tightly

tearing themselves apart

Boys

with alligator tears, soggy and caked in ashes

draped in words flattering, unfitting

coughing up excuses

forgetting how to breathe

scared to become their father

Boy's

encased in cracked skin knuckles

forgetting if they even are boys

bleeding it anyways

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i forget that I posted poetry on here before I made a separate blog for that

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#game awards 2022 - 18 posts

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#welcome to this new segment on this blog where i realize i can just write my thoughts about the hundreds of fps games i've played

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Why do you as a man own a Nintendo Switch? To pick men? Gay ass.

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Guys I literally left after the GOTY was announced, what do you mean a kid got arrested someone please explain what the fuck I missed

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Andor made me cry and that's not because I'm an unapologetic fanboy. The show is so beautifully done and goes full "fuck fascists" in the end. The finale is such a powerful episode.

Oh, God, and Maarva's speech.

(Continuing into spoilers...)

"...There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness. It is never more alive than when we sleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this: If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start..."

And she went down fighting even beyond the grave. Her ashes, now pressed into one of the many bricks that build the city's wall, are used to smack the hell out of the occupying Imperial forces.

Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant. From start to finish. This show stands perfectly on its own - fan of Star Wars or not, I beg you to check this out. The tension, the buildup, the overall story - it's one of the best damn things I've seen in awhile.

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WHERE'S MY GOD DAMN STEAM DECK, GABE?

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My #1 post of 2022

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I tagged 50 of my posts in 2022

#art - 17 posts

#said el - 9 posts

#goncharov - 8 posts

#katya - 5 posts

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#tolkien - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 134 characters

#this theme was playing during the ballroom scene when katya steps outside for a moment and sees goncharov and andrey laughing together

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to you, hope of joy for while

postcanon wenzhou, T, written for siji hua zine crossposted from ao3 here 🌸

Tomorrow it would be the first day of Qingming, and they would travel up the hillside to sweep the hidden graves and clear their stones of brush. A’Xiang and her silly husband. Xiao-Chengling and his wife.

As they walked, Wen Kexing stopped to pluck a pink blossoming azalea from a flowering bush and wove it into his hair. He turned to face Zhou Zishu, batting his eyelashes furiously like the men who acted women's roles in the comic dramas that were so popular these days. "I'm as beautiful as any maiden in town—won't the dashing Lord Zhou spare me a glance?"

"Maybe if you truly were a maiden instead of playing at one, he would," said Zhou Zishu.

Pink really did suit Lao Wen; his cheeks were bright with color. Zhou Zishu plucked another blossom and tucked it behind Wen Kexing’s ear. Wen Kexing smiled coyly and hid his mouth behind his fan. "Lord Zhou is so forward with his affections. This wife wonders if he offers such treasures to every pretty thing that crosses his path."

"So Lao Wen is my wife, now? No wonder he did not seem so maidenly."

Wen Kexing lowered his fan and stepped into Zhou Zishu's space. He caught Zhou Zishu’s hand and kissed it.

“A’Xu ah," he said, voice low and sweet like the dregs of pear blossom wine under a full spring moon. "Wife or maiden or no, I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

“Keep me company as we walk, then, and we’ll see about what happens after.”

They went along the slope for a while before sitting down in a patch of grass. Bright petals stippled the hills like an artist’s brush with pinks and whites and creams.

“The flowers bloom every year whether there’s someone to look at them or no,” said Wen Kexing, hand warm over Zhou Zishu’s in the grass. “That sort of carefree life must be nice.”

Zhou Zishu watched the clouds swirl by, following invisible drifts and eddies. “Flowers don’t bloom to be looked at; they bloom to survive.”

“And yet they’re pleasing to the eye regardless. How absurd!”

"Isn't that what you thought of me when we first met? That I was a flower that cared not for my own loveliness? Lao Wen, are you calling me absurd?"

"You are the most absurd man I know, Zhou Zishu," said Wen Kexing. “And it’s not like the flowers want to die. You wanted to. It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” Zhou Zishu said. He gestured at the flowers that painted the hills around them with color. “This year’s flowers die to make room for next year’s. With spring comes new life on the burial ground of the old. Neither the flowers nor I had a choice, in the end.”

Wen Kexing hummed, closing his eyes and leaning backwards to flop against the grass. “Can’t flowers just be flowers? I don’t care much for talk of death and life these days. What’s the cycle of rebirth to us, huh? We’ll enter Yanluo’s court on our own terms.”

Zhou Zishu lay down next to him. A cuckoo called out for its mate in a nearby tree. A fat black bee carried pollen from one bloom to the next. The clouds grew darker beyond the hills, promising rain.

Living things ate and drank and grew old and died. Was that really what the two of them were? Living things?

Wen Kexing raised an arm above his head to blot out the sun. The light between his fingers caught on the angles of his face like the bottom of a river seen through clear water. Fresh. Clean. The same, year after year.

“Lao Wen ah, I don’t want to live forever,” Zhou Zishu said quietly, after a moment. “No living thing should spend so long in springtime. I’d like autumn too.”

Wen Kexing did not say anything for a long while. Zhou Zishu waited. He could feel the thrum of Wen Kexing’s heartbeat in the pad of his thumb. Blood in his body. The count of his time.

Eventually, Wen Kexing rolled over in the grass until he was lying on top of Zhou Zishu. He plucked another flower from the patch of crushed foliage left in his wake and and tucked it behind Zhou Zishu’s ear to match the one behind own. Satisfied, he smiled at him until Zhou Zishu couldn’t help but smile too.

“You want to see my hair all stringy and grey? My face so wrinkly it’d put the old man under the moon to shame? My saggy, hairy ba—”

Zhou Zishu put both hands over Wen Kexing’s mouth to shut him up. “Enough, Lao Wen.”

Wen Kexing licked his palm. Zhou Zishu cuffed him on the ear. Wen Kexing kissed the tip of his nose and Zhou Zishu wound his arms around the back of of Wen Kexing’s head to pull his face into his neck. Wen Kexing’s eyelashes tickled. His breath warmed the underside of his jaw.

“I do,” Zhou Zishu murmured into the crown of Wen Kexing’s head, curling his hands into his hair. “I do. I want to grow old with you. I want to see your face when it’s wrinkly as a prune. I want to see evidence of the life we’ve lived together worn into the lines of our bodies.”

“We have plenty of scars to show for that,” muttered Wen Kexing darkly. “I’d prefer there were less of those, actually.”

“Scars aren’t things we choose,” said Zhou Zishu.

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what i love about tumblr is the way that it inspires me to create things, like gifs or fic or whatever, because posts’ lifespans are longer than just a few days. i still get notes on stuff i posted years ago, and i get stuff on my dash that other people made a long time ago. it’s really cool how creations on tumblr can exist in perpetuity like that. i havent made a gifset in forever, but i’ve only been back on tumblr for like one day and i already really want to get back into gifmaking!

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hello it’s el! dusting off the spiderwebs on my old tumblr, love u all!

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My #1 post of 2022

not even us.

GONCHAROV (1973)

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Longest Tag: 100 characters

#you can also just say ‘i was going through a lot at the time’ or something short and sweet like that

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Thinking about how much determination, strength, courage, bravery, and perseverance it takes to really break away from controlling/ manipulative/ disrespectful/ narcissistic/ and insincere or duplicitous individuals. Now imagine those are your “family” and you’ve got my life!

I’m beyond proud of myself for leaving hateful, sad, unhappy, miserable , disrespectful, immature, and selfish people behind, “family” or not. Family is not what you call yourself, it’s how you act. I’ll take that with me to the grave.

Something I’ve also come to learn is that if people wanted you to talk about them better then maybe they should have behaved better towards you. Don’t get mad at me for being honest, a quality they certainly lack.

The best thing to do when dealing with a narcissist is to remove them from your life (if possible). They need someone to control, they need someone to manipulate, they need someone to abuse and hurt. They treat you even worse when they think you’ll never leave them and when they think you’re not strong enough or courageous enough to say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

My breaking point with the grimy people in my family came 5 years ago. It got to a point where I discovered something pretty horrible and completely unacceptable & I knew I had to get the hell out and cut all contact. For my sanity, for my integrity, and for the simply fact that someone I love deeply was hurt in a disgusting way by people who go around pretending to be ‘family’ and ‘adults’. Talk about me if you want, spew your lies. Lord knows that’s practically habitual for them. Please keep proving to the world why no one wants anything to do with you, your misery, your spite, your hate, your immaturity, your duplicitousness, and your COWARDLINESS !

You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only option you have left. And I struggle with my mental health. I struggle with trying to heal from childhood trauma and Narcissistic abuse. But I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to go back to what was hurting me and treating me less than human. Especially when NO ONE — especially not grown ‘adults’ who pretend to be family — have the right to hurt, abuse, disrespect, belittle, or lie to me. EVER. And that’s on GOD!

“Never let someone get comfortable with disrespecting you”. NEVER. Amen to that ! Those individuals live with a disgusting and sadistic need to hurt people, and usually they’ll go after people they think are “easy targets”, like children or people who they think shouldn’t question their abuse. That might be the pernicious and pathetic world they live in but out here in the real world I value respect, honesty, maturity, love, compassion, care, communication, integrity, humility, and some common decency.

People with narcissistic tendencies want to make it seem like you “need” them, which is why they belittle, attack, scream, disrespect, manipulate, lie, argue, fight, and gaslight you in an effort to wear you down so you do their immature bidding. And you know what? I got flat out tired of all that shit. No one has the right to speak or treat me like that because that’s abuse and disrespect and I will never tolerate that, especially when a supposed “adult” and supposed “family members” should NEVER be speaking to you like that.

The only way to win is to not play the game. Those slimy creatures live off of the fighting and the arguments and the attention you’re giving them. It’s what they want because they’re so insecure and unhappy that they need drama and instigation. The best way to let them wither is to remove them from your life like the garbage they are and don’t even waste your breath on them or acknowledge their paltry, pathetic, and pitiful existence. Not their life because lord knows they’re not living.

You get to live a real life away from all of that. When you’re in all of that toxic miasma it is hard to see the reality of it all. It’s hard to see that those things that are happening are not normal, and that’s not how family nor adults behave. Ever. No one has the right to make you feel inferior, especially not to soother their overinflated and disgustingly fragile ego.

None of this is easy. None of this is straightforward. I can’t tell you how much I struggle with remnant feelings of guilt, shame, anger, resentment, depression, intense pain, humiliation, despondency, disassociation, and the feeling of being a victim. But I try to tell myself I am not a victim. I try to tell myself none of what happened to me was my fault at all, especially since I was a kid. That is not my fault, that has nothing to do with me. Guilt, shame, anger, resentment, unhappiness, etc. none of those things belong to me.

Abusers and narcissistic and toxic people carry those things inside of them and that’s what makes them such onerous people. I understand it’s easy to feel like you’re carrying those things, and sometimes we are, but realizing that we don’t need to carry that resentment and that pain and that unfairness can be liberating. I give it back to them because it never belonged to me in the first place. Let them all stare at one another. Let them all sit with one another in discomfort and self - disgust. It’s what they deserve. It’s what they are

When they no longer have you to disparage and mistreat, they implode. They rely on having that source and that supply, and I refuse to be anyone’s punching bag or supply. Ever again.

Either come correct or don’t come at all.

None of this is easy. I waver, and sometimes a lot. I stumble, I fall, I shake, I fall off my path. God knows there are days where I fall and I feel so despondent and crushed by the weight of it all. But that is not for me to carry. I never did anything wrong. I’m actually an incredible person. I’m flawed and yet I’m glad I can admit my flaws. I’m smart, kind, caring, honest, bold, passionate, brave, vulnerable, flawed, imperfect, perceptive, witty, loving, and that all makes me who I am.

I am not that. I am not them.

They all get to carry the shame now. They get to hold onto the loneliness.

I get to hold myself.

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I refuse to live with resentment and anger

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Rummaging Things Around

I have a thing in mind. A vaguely Lovecraftian thing, inspired by my re-reading Champion of the Worms, by Mignola and McEown. The early stretches are basically a pastiche of a pastiche, but that's never stopped me before...

So we have this guy - sort of a failed academic with something like a decent brain to call his own, that gets pulled out of a life of relative non-ambition by a more successful relative. The uncle's long been a curator for a bunch of obscure exhibits and more or less lives like the Dieselpunk Forties never ended and Eldritch Horror were real. He's the type who speaks six languages, unearths remote tribes the world over and somehow finds ways to show even the people of the 21st century that yes, here sometimes be dragons anyway.

Dropout is brought in to help his uncle with the curation of his new exhibit in an obscure little New England town, and it's through piecing things together that our main guy realizes the object of the exhibit-to-be is Hyperborea, also known as Ultima Thule - the very continent Nazi occult weirdos spent years chasing in the hopes of anchoring their theories about the Aryan race to anything at all. Hyperborea is Antarctica, of course, and briefly consisted of a few landmasses that weren't yet covered in ice, several million years ago. The story goes that the archipelago was colonized by an extant Hominid species, a forgotten branch of Humanity that has strengths and weaknesses altogether different from the Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon species that both preceded and followed them. They grew in secret, mastered art, language and philosophy - even dove into the mysteries lying beyond mere intellect and intuition.

Then, they vanished. No fossil records, no bones, no traces of their civilization - nothing except what our Uncle character finds.

And what does he find? Two burial sites that would make Tutankhamen absolutely green with envy. The catch is is laden in dark portents and the other one has an almost messianic undertone - as if opening this particular tomb would somehow usher in Mankind's next stage in History.

It's a small museum, Uncle's on the frail side, and his wing's curator isn't exactly on-the-level... Things get leaked, pictures are taken, and thieves get involved. As greedy as you'd expect and far too confident after overpowering an older man, an out-of-shape thirtysomething and a dumpy idiot in his sixties, they crack open the bigger, more festooned sarcophagus.

Things... take a turn for the worse. The Hyperboreans, as it turns out, owe their disappearance to their falling under the insane sway of a death cult. A Great Old One-esque monstrosity more than likely claimed them so completely it erased Hyperborean civilization from the map, leaving its priest to serve as the hierophant of things to come if anyone were to awaken him again. If an entire culture's drank the Kool-Aid, it follows that someone hell-bent on spreading destruction would receive Grade-A Messiah treatment, complete with a beatific burial site that just so happened to send the wrong impressions to a bunch of credulous grave robbers, millions of years ago.

Fighting back against zombies, spirits and other monstrosities, Uncle and Dropout lose the curator. Eventually, Uncle dies. Dropout is alone, barricaded in the same room as the second stone coffin, one that's etched out of crude limestone and that's had every carving and identifying marker chipped away by chisel. Someone did not want anyone else to find thar second tomb, and did not want anyone to open it.

With the world slowly succumbing to chaos outside and with nothing else to do, Dropout opens the second sarcophagus. What he finds inside is a... different kind of undeath, one that feels less like a perversion of life and more like one heck of an obstinate man that absolutely, positively refused to give in to death. The dessicated mummy reaches out with a dusty moan, grabs ahold of Dropout's neck - and pulls him in for a kiss.

When he finally breaks away, gagging and heaving, Dropout somehow instinctively knows that this contact served as a means to copy his thoughts, linguistic and situational skills, and awareness of the situation. As for the mummy, it's sitting up in its sarcophagus and lounging in it for a few moments, stroking its beard for a few breaths.

"Six million years, eh?" it says, its voice going from sepulchral croaks to a precisely-toned and conversational King's English over the next minute or so. "Well, I have to give you credit - you lot at least look like you never went snooping about in places where sane men aren't expected..."

It catches itself. "Ah, well, there was this one chunk of you with a thing for portents brought about by sulfurous fumes - Athenians and the Pythia, hm? Overall, however, if we're generous? Barring brief moments of potential concern like MKULTRA or some of your Feds keeping an eye on the Ayahuasca fad? I guess you could call yourselves blessedly ignorant."

The second mummy grins, which isn't a pretty sight. It scoffs. "I know - I look horrendous. Past a certain point, it really doesn't matter who or what your keeper is, man-flesh is as man-flesh does - but you're not here to listen to me ramble, are you? The Serpent is loose, the world will be devoured, End of Times, yadda yadda - unless you help me climb out of this thing."

The dropout screams. Shenanigans ensue.

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On Revengeance

I agree with Jacob Geller. Metal Gear Solid: Revengeance is prescient not only in how it's more or less become immortalized as a meme vector - which Monsoon would find ironic - but also in how it gave us something that should have triggered shirt-tearing and pearl-clutching Republicans and Conservatives, if they only gave a shit about video games.

See, Senator Armstrong is a stroke of genius. We spend most of the game piecing his agenda together, and eventually fight him head-on. At first, he spouts very on-the-nose rhetoric, as if Raiden were a CSPAN interviewer in need of a few conciliatory buzzwords. And yes, in 2013, a video game character shouted that he intended to make America great again. That's long before Trump would unabashedly take that zinger and plaster it on crimson caps manufactured in China.

So you wear Armstrong down and force him to not just ditch his well-pressed suit, but also all pretense. You realize that his America is basically a Libertarian's coyly-assumed ideal and a Fascist's wet dream, where policy is dictated by the strong and the weak only have two choices: tow the party line or die - either literally or socially. It's hard not to draw parallels with several politicians who embrace similar notions, out of the sociopathic conviction that what's really holding the Western world back is empathy.

It's strange to look at Putin and then reflect back on Armstrong - and to realize that Absolutist, do-or-die rhetoric can plausibly leave the mouth of an IRL politician. It makes you wonder where Putin, Trump or Bolsonaro would consider pushing their agenda, if they'd overdosed on Nietzsche.

Of course, it's also a setting where the Good Guys push Combat Maximalism and pure aggression, where lyrics land in the most appropriate spots in order to take already absurd moments and elevate them to the status of quoted maxims (see Rules of Nature) and where a franchise normally known for its extremely ponderous stealth mechanics effectively has a psychotic breakdown and spends five hours Wrecking Shit while wearing too much eyeliner.

In short, it's glorious, and it's probably the most ponderous and, I daresay, intellectual entry in Platinum Games' oeuvre. It's dumb, happy to be dumb, and also follows along with KojiPro's focus on anchoring its mechs-and-soldiers nonsense in real-world ethics. It's like catching one of Volodymyr Zelynsky's skits before he gained Ukraine's presidency, and realizing that this dude who was typically known for playing half-wits has one heck of a serious noggin on his shoulders.

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Your Average Soulsborne Opening

"Shit's fucked, man. The Important Twelve-Feet-Tall Big Guy ghosted on us. World's gone to shit. People are, like, fucked out of their minds! The Big Guy's Helpers could hold an intervention and force Him to come back, but they've all hit Snooze on their alarm clock. The only one who's Woken Up and Who Knows It's Monday is the Useful Idiot. That's you.

Your job: to get your massive buddies to get out of bed, either by slapping them a few hundred times or by slapping whatever it is that's keeping them down. You won't succeed, though: you're a Scrawny Shit, and Scrawny Shits get nothing done. Telling ya, man: we're doomed."

The narrator leans to the side. "What? We still have thirty seconds of intro left on this thing? Um... I'll just, uh, dramatically name-drop the Big Guy's Helpers! There's Bitch-Fucker the Unloveable! Asshole-Face! Weird Fucked-Up Dog Thing! That one female part of the gang with a slightly skeevy thing that makes you go 'Yeah, this is Japanese for sure!' Then there's the most important of them all, um... Steve!"

"You, though? You're a Scrawny Shit. You're so lowly even Steve doesn't know you. It all rests on you, though: wake up the Posse, bring the Big Guy back, and we just might move on to call you... A Player-Directed Plot Device."

22 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

On Difficulty

"Hey, why are you so psyched for Elden Ring? You've never finished the Souls games or Bloodborne!"

To that, I've been replying that what I especially like about From Software releases is how granular things are. The total challenge is immense in all cases, yes, but the moment-to-moment gameplay is very piecemeal in design. You're rarely forced to do-si-do against four or five simultaneous enemies and you're typically given all the tools you need to do what obviously needs doing. The two catches are that boss fights have life bars the size of Siberia, and that they hit you like two angry trucks meeting again on the set of Jerry Springer. They're easily telegraphed, simple to read and uncomplicated in their tactics - the challenge-related aspect is only punitive in design.

Considering, every encounter is self-contained and it doesn't really make much of a difference to wonder if that incoming boss fight is going to feel different from the last mobs you wiped out.

Approaching the game like this means I never felt narrative or situational pressure, and that I'm more compelled by exploratory concerns than by the need to end up with a Pure White World Tendency or whatever else. I'm not really given to yeet myself across enemy-infested courtyards because I'm tired and this is my -nth corpse run. I'll be as cautious going back for that corpse as I was during the run that got me killed - and eventually, timing and luck are going to meet my mediocre Soulsborne skills and will let me wipe the floor with a boss I previously found impossible to face.

In that respect, Elden Ring is exactly what I hoped to see out of From in the murky depths of the future: a Soulsborne with transitional spaces approchable by any character of any skill level, thereby providing me with a safe space in which to develop my skills and farm without feeling like my gathered Souls are constantly on the line and in the care of my dubious skillset.

That means I'll be able to venture around Limgrave and beyond in the Lands Between without wondering if the Legacy Dungeons are part of my overall progression. I'll be free to backtrack as needed and to workshop angles of approach in wider spaces than were previously accessible. That's without mentioning stealth, around which I don't doubt you could build a frighteningly effective build that's less focused on pattern recognition. The designers' comments do suggest that while Elden Ring isn't easier than the previous titles per se, the player has more options - and some of them are effective at mitigating the perceived challenge.

To me, that's smart design. If difficulty is such a core aspect of your ethos, it makes sense that you'd want to forego gameplay menus and player-adjustable variables. However, tweaks can be dispersed in-game, and left to the player's discretion. Both this and the level design seem to combine into what's probably the most accessible Soulsborne title to date, all the while never disparaging the studio's reputation as a creator of punishing titles.

This is why I'm especially interested in this one, even if I'm expecting it to kick my ass for several weeks, before things start to click.

39 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

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Cult of the Lamb - Quickie

Cornelius Agrippa's Formula for Making Fucked-Up Shit

One part "Aww, the artstyle looks a lot like Gumball's!"

Two parts of "Should I be amused or disturbed?"

A dash of "Well, someone knows their Lovecraft... Me likey!"

One Animal Crossing: New Horizons cartridge, chopped up in your choice of power blender

One USB stick containing a full playthrough of The Binding of Isaac. Any edition will do.

A grab-bag's worth of normally-throwaway secondary mechanics. Be sure to give them pride of place in your mixture, just to be sure the bigwigs at the Big Three discredit your design doc.

One cup of the blackest cynicism imaginable.

Two large handfuls of cake sprinkles. Empty your entire tub in there for extra awkward cuteness.

Shake, bake and deliver to Devolver Digital for publishing, because nobody else was going to touch this with a ten-foot pole

Actually make this motherfucker addictive and rewarding.

Plus - hey! The game's a complete offering! There's a roadmap planned, but what we get is a full game! The DLC's only cosmetic!

Buy it. This is highly, highly reccomended.

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I posted 777 times in 2022

That's 666 more posts than 2021!

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OSIRIS’ TRIALS

Rating: E for Explicit, M for Mature Art belongs to ARTdemariel on Twitter

He was many things. An artist. A black-belt. Gunslinger. Snob. But more than any of those things, a jack of many, many different trades.

Dakarai Zoheir is an enigma that lies in the shadows. His business is more than just death, however. It's art. When a mysterious client contacts him and offers him the chance to kill the billionaire Renenetmos Nimr, it doesn't take long for him to accept. But this job isn't like any other.

Renenetmos is no average man. Nor is he an average billionaire. He's something far beyond Dakarai's imaginations and nightmares.

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hate hate HATE the idea of sex scenes being superfluous and unimportant.

Sex scenes can:

Be for titillation (yes this is ok!)

Be a plot point

Show intimacy between 2+ characters

Be used as part of a character study

Be any other reason you can think of

Just because you don’t like sex scenes doesn’t mean they aren’t there for a reason (even just for titillation).

Sex scenes do not make a work less literary or automatically genre fiction. They do not make a work have “less meaning” automatically either.

Let people write what they want to write in peace.

42 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

I've been obsessed about monsters with a gargoyle type of anatomy. With beautiful large wings and they twitch and flutter during pleasure

100% yes to wings. I know you said gargoyle like anatomy but like... if you think about it, gargoyles are pretty romantic (or maybe i’m weird idk) Also does anyone else remember that TV show Gargoyles from Disney?? I can blame half the reasons why I'm like this on kids shows ngl

Also idk if you were expecting wing kink but here we go~

Gargoyles

Rating: T Tags: Wing play, sensuality, lore building

Gargoyles may look intimidating, but in reality such is not the case. They are protectors of the home, old warriors, and vigilant beasts who stalk the night.

During the day, their skin hardens to rock as the sunlight graces their powerful shoulders, where wings sprout from their back. The deep slumber is required to maintain their nightly activities and energy.

But as the sun falls from the sky, and night reigns the firmament, they come alive as moonlight washes across their forms. Their bodies rise, their flesh cracking from the daily disuse. As they shed their daytime sleepiness, the battle beings.

Gargoyles are fiercely loyal creatures. They have an innate sense of intuition and the uncanny ability to read the intentions of others. Those who wish to undue harm upon the home best beware. A gargoyle’s tough hide keeps them protected from both magic and blade. Their stone flesh hinders metal strikes. Powerful magic glances off their sculpted physique, leaving naught a mark behind.

A home is not just a place, however. Home can be found in others as well. And if a gargoyle chooses you as a home, they will spend all of their immortal life protecting your form. Even after death, it is not uncommon to see a gargoyle hunched over a grave, protecting their person, their livelihood, their hearth, until the end of time. Even after bones become dust.

Many see these creatures as terrifying. And in the midst of battle to protect those who they deem important, it is understandable. Gargoyles need no magic. Nor do they need weapons other than their powerful wings, tough claws, and fangs.

A gargoyles’ wings are yet another powerful tool of their disposal. As gargoyles are heavy, stone-like creatures, their wings need to be equally powerful and large to lift their bodies into the air. A gargoyle does not have organs as humans do, as they are made of stone. And although their skin is tough and impervious to most things, their insides are hollow and full of their own inner magic.

It is a myth that gargoyles cannot feel touch. They can sense the warmth of a coming dawn, the cool breeze of night, and those who dust tender fingers across their spine. As most gargoyles usually only feel the lacerations of battle, a more delicate touch is usually quite foreign to most.

Although made of stone, all gargoyles have softer spots of their body, akin to pressure points in that of a human. This is especially true around the base of their wings. The base of the wing is the most delicate part of a gargoyle and most avoid allowing enemies to get purchase or even others to touch them.

But, for someone who has befriended a gargoyle, and who has gained a gargoyle’s full trust, touching the wings is a rare gift.

When touching the base of their powerful wings, the stone is more brittle. Softer. Almost like limestone. It is often cold due to outside temperatures. The gentle dusting of a few fingers will often lead to a small, full-body shudder. The wings, usually still, lower and open wider, allowing further access to those the gargoyle trusts. A slightly stronger press, akin to the kneading of a cat, lends to further reactions. When the uncertainty and strangeness subsides, a new desire burns.

Gargoyles often show their emotions with their tail. While a quickly lashing tail may denote rage, flicks of the tip often point towards pleasure.

Some gargoyles have more sensitivities in the wings than others. For those who are extra sensitive, all it takes is a long stroke down the forelimb of the wing, from the joint of the spine toward the first finger of the wing, to induce utter wanton. A gargoyle may open their wings full to the sensation, bowing their head down and curling their limbs beneath their rock-hard bodies in a show of absolute trust and adoration.

Most who gaze upon the gargoyle do not see a creature of elegance and resignation. But those who can are graced with a sight like no other. Wings powerful enough to snap metal tremble beneath soft, fleshy fingers. The guttural moans of a gargoyle sound similar to that of crumbling stone. Their glowing, pupil-less eyes somehow roll to the back of their skull from the bliss of such machinations.

For the truly lucky and adored, such attention and care may lead to a gargoyle wrapping their powerful, stone wings around you. Although their flesh may be rough, their touch and passion are not.

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#i thought this was planned betrayal and wuxie's heartbreak cause he didn't want to fake betray su mengzhen despite having promised he would

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chapter 4 is here!!!

Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Space

Bai Haotian and Kan Jian have minor appearances

Asexual Zhang Qiling

Asexual Character

Chronic Pain

Massage

Getting Together

Established Relationship

established iron triangle

Mental Link

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AAAAAAHHHHHHHH YOURE WATCHING MEDICAL EXAMINER DR QIN I LOVE THEMMMMMMMMM IM SO GLAD YOU ARE!!!!!

I am!!! Thank you (for putting random shows on my dash to pique my curiosity)! I've probably watched every English speaking drama of this category (modern, medical examiner/crime) and I'm absolutely loving Medical Examiner Dr Qin. I am now ... 6 episodes in.

So far, would highly recommend to anyone who hasn't seen it (though it came out in 2016? so ... not sure how I haven't discovered before now!)

Li Dabao is an absolute delight and I love everything about her character.

6 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My gen exchange fic!

Category: Gen

Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei

Relationships: Wang Pangzi & Zhang Qiling Hei Xia Zi & Zhang Qiling

Characters:Zhang Qiling Wang Pangzi Hei Xia Zi (DMBJ Series)

Additional Tags: Hei Xiazi is more always on Xiaoge’s mind than part of the action Sharing Clothes Zhang Qiling Needs a Hug Zhang Qiling GETS a hug Kittens Cats so many cats Alternate Universe Animal Shelter First Meetings Wu Xie makes a guest starring

Summary:

‘Get a dog,’ Hei Xiazi had said. Xiaoge discovered cats suited him more.

Author Notes:

Funny Story, this was originally supposed to be about dogs not cats, because I am a Dog Person. Xiaoge said no. Consequently I watched a LOT of cat and kitten videos on tumblr.

Also the main Reason Wu Xie is not in this story much, is that every time he turned up and I tried to write him, he went full on feral 'what do you mean this is a 'gen' fic' on me, so he was banned.

9 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

Medical Examiner: Dr Qin Review

To start, thank you @s1utspeare for turning me onto this show.

TL;DR: I loved it, the chemistry between the three main characters was off the charts, and Li Dabao is the most awesome character ever. It is 20 short 30ish minute episodes. For me, it is also very aro/ace friendly.

So I am biased. I have probably watched (or at least checked out), ever american (and probably some english-speaking non-American) show of this category. Mainly modern Crime Scene dramas. This one definitely follows that mold, (beyond some small differences (probably cultural)), this met expectations for it's category 100%.

I will warn this show is... very very gore-y in parts, and much more graphic than American Crime drama's tend to be. So if you don't like seeing blood, dead bodies, and other things involved in autopsies, maybe skip, or be prepared to look away. (I am not kidding, we are talking like Hannibal levels here).

There are three main characters, but I'm going to say, for me, Li DaBao is absolutely the star of the show. She is a woman in a male dominated career, and they don't shy away from making this clear, and making her struggles more obvious than I usually see. As a fellow woman in a male-dominated field, I identified so hard. She at times portrays as more masculine with her style of clothes and hair, perhaps it's to fit in, perhaps it's her own style, and her colleagues refer to her as Bao-ge (brother Bao), which I took as a sign of 'you are one of us' and 'you belong'. (I fully recognize some people may find this problematic, for me I love when my coworkers first assume I am a man, since it means they will respect me. (yay remote work making this possible)).

The friendship between the three characters is just off the charts. There are so many moments they are just THERE for each other, and the way they bounce off each other is just so good. If I could watch this show and it was just 20 episodes of them eating dinner and nothing else, I would love it.

The show is mostly your crime of the week style. (though in typical c-drama fashion I am still confused on why episodes end. Most of the crimes are about 1.5-2.5 episodes long and new cases start in the middle of episodes, so don't watch based on the episodes)

Spoilers behind the cut. (like really)

OMG That ending!?! That was the most intense hourish of my life.

The way Qin Ming kneeled without even a hint of hesitation or anything, just, couldn't drop down fast enough. Best kneeling scene I've seen in C-drama.

My other favorite Scene was when Lin Tao tried to set Qin Ming and Li Dabao up, and failed so miserably. I really hope there's fanfic around that.

I also loved Li Dabao going on blind dates, and the anti she had to meet and her absolutely glorious put down of the guy who asked her to change her career. And then we find out it's the 9th time this happened, and it makes her hilarious put-down incredibly sad because it's not that she just pulled that answer out cause she's awesome (which she is), it's because this KEEPS happening. and the Fact the other two mains always went to the same restaurant to watch her, (with her permission and knowledge I'm assuming from the reaction) and commiserated. Just So Great.

Anyways I have a lot of feels. There's just so much.

19 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Note: Just a little Heroes drabble for my favorite polycule. I might turn it into a real story later but for now have this modern day everyone's happy and together snippet that I keep rereading whenever I remember how the show ended.

“You’re our sword,” Bai Choufei giggled, drunk, “Sheath, I mean sheath. You’re our sheath.”

Bai Choufei swayed into Wang Xiaoshi, before he steadied himself and went stumbling into Su Mengzhen. Su Mengzhen smiled fondly down at Bai Choufei.

“So many men hugging!” Wen Rou stated, pouting.

Wang Xiaoshi turned around and enveloped her in a hug. Her chest was softer than Bai Choufei’s, and he might be a little drunk himself. Wen Rou pushed him away and he let himself be pushed, worried for a moment, before he spotted her smile and she playfully shoved him. He playfully shoved her back.

Lei Chun rolled her eyes from where she was sitting at the kitchen table doing… something studiously, perhaps the only sober one, though with Su Mengzhen you really could never tell.

Wen Rou wandered off, distracted apparently by Lei Chun’s ‘perfectly shiny smooth hair’. Wang Xiaoshi watched her go, content.

“Sap,” Bai Choufei said from beside him and mustled up his hair. Wang Xiaoshi smiled up at him.

—

Wang Xiaoshi woke up slowly, head aching. He carefully extricated himself from Wen Rou’s arms and Bai Choufei’s legs, sliding out the end of the bed. Su Mengzhen and Lei Chun were both still surprisingly asleep, usually they got up before him, and they had perhaps been the most sober the night before.

He wandered into the kitchen and spotted Yang Wuxie in the kitchen. Yang Wuxie spotted him and poured him a large mug of tea from the teapot at his elbow and shook out an aspirin from the pill bottle next to it.

“Thanks Zhushi,” Wang Xiaoshi mumbled. Perhaps it was weird to call your boyfriend’s boyfriend’s boyfriend ‘advisor’, but the nickname had long since stuck. It was probably odder to have a bed that fit six (custom made), and a relationship so complicated it required flow charts anyways. “Ugh remind me not to get into a drinking contest with Wen Rou again.”

Yang Wuxie had the gal to laugh at that. “I think you’ll find I did. Last night.”

Wang Xiaoshi groaned. Every time.

note; (I'm pretty sure Zhushi is not the right pinyin)

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slutty drunk thought of the night is giggly drunk sex with anthony bridgerton when you're stumbling around the furniture and your clothes leaving a trail behind you and suddenly he rips the bodice of your dress because it's on the way and he got too eager to get his mouth on you 🥴 bonus if you tease him for it and he gets back at you by making you unable to utter another sentence

appeasing cruelty.

pairing: anthony bridgerton x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: teasing, foreplay/fingering-ish. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

etc: looooook i could of let this be a ten sentence reply but i just couldnt, i had to go above and beyond because im going feral for this man. also sorry for the shit regency talk lmao, i suck at it. also i’m tipsy so i’m also sorry for spelling mistakes!

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You are certain that the both of you are going to have bruises along your back sides and legs come morning with the way you’re hitting every piece of furniture on your way through the Aubrey Hall. You’re grateful for everyone else within the hall having slipped off to bed and cannot see the way the two of are devouring the others mouth; Anthony’s tongue licking it’s way into your mouth, his hands not leaving a part of you untouched, gripping your clothed breasts, gripping the side of your neck so your mouth never leaves his own unless it is for him to kiss and bite on the side of your throat, his hands trying to rid you of the rest of your garments—but finding difficulty from your descendants to your private corders, and the chairs that keep finding themselves smashed to the back of his legs.

“Christ,” he grumbles against your lips. His tone laced with a sting from the blow to the back of the leg, frustrations from not being able to devour you properly, and that gravely twang that makes your lower belly burn, makes the slick gather between your legs.

But you can’t help but laugh. Can't help the small chuckle that slips out against his lips when his hip collides with the corner of a table and his words repeat. That bubbling bliss from the drinks you had consumed earlier within the night making your chest shake with chuckles; a chest that Anthony now has his mouth on, his tongue skating across your skin, the sounds leaving your lips turning into whimpers. His mouth leading a devilish trail to the top of your breasts, your eyes closing, head bent, lavishing in the way his mouth feels, letting his arm around your waist keep you flush to his front as he continues to lead you throughout the place, his cock hard and pressed to your inner thigh; tantalizing and begging for your attention.

You feel your tailbone hit a table, a low groan from the slight pain just as quickly forgotten as you hear a rip; feel a hard tug, a pull of fabric, and then you feel the cool nip of the air within the room on your breasts. And when you look down your bodice has been ripped, barely hanging off of your body, the other fabric that had once been covering your chest now pulled down. Anthony’s mouth making it’s way across the peaks of your breasts. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin until your it’s erect, and making you grip on the table currently pressed to your back side.

It feels too good, his mouth always does. taking passion in speaking with his mouth and tongue against your skin, the grunts and groans against you as he worships every part of your body, your being, writes a pledge of desire and so much more with the tip of his tongue. You love it.

But when you look down at him, take in the moment—and no thanks to your body buzzing off of more than liquid lust—the trail of clothes that litter the room you have currently found yourself in, your shoes scattered about, his shirt, and now your bodice that he pulled to the floor; you can’t stop the laugh that slips from your lips.

Anthony’s eyes open as he looks up at you through his lashes, your nipple still in between his lips. When he pulls off there's an obscene wet noise and his lips look swollen and red. His eyebrow is raised in inquiry, and it just makes you chuckle deeper.

“What's so funny?” His tone still holds that lust fueled edge that makes you delirious, but his mouth pulls into a sly smirk and he presses a kiss to your lips silencing you for mere seconds.

“I knew this was your favorite gown of mine, my lord.” Your fingers find the back of his neck, letting them slip into the hair that lies at the base of his there. “I never imagined it to be that irresistible to have you rip it as if you were an animal.” You tease, “If only I had been made aware of your beastly desire before this, I would have worn something old.” Your chest bounces with how deep your laughs turn the more Anthony’s smirk switches from playfully annoyed to devilish.

“It is not the fabric I care about, my dear wife.” He presses another kiss to your lips, silencing you. “I wish to see what’s under it, to taste what's under it.” His breath is hot against your lips as he speaks, as he makes his intentions clear. The playful smile still etched on your features, there's more teasing on your tongue, more laughs and chuckles that are threatening to come out.

Anthony seeing as much, his hand coming up to hold your chin in his forefinger and thumb, “does the Viscountess find my desire funny?” He questions, “does she not know how hard it was to keep my eyes on her tonight. To see her sway around that ballroom looking delectable, all the other gentleman in attendances eyes on her as she did so. Their thoughts just as indecent as mine.” His smile is gone, his tone dark, eyes blown out with a dark lust that you should be frightened to look into. It only making your knees weak, that burning in your lower belly turning into something scorching and desperate.

You open your mouth to speak, there is a shake of your head that you want to give but Anthony's fingers stop you. The press of his lips to yours, your cheek, the skin under your ear, making the efforts moot. “Is my desire not matched?” His breath on the shell of your ear makes your skin burn hot, shiver all over. “If I reached my hand under your skirts would I find your cunt slick and wet for me?” The tip of his nose runs along the column of your neck, the palm of the hand that once rested at your breast now skating along your remaining cloths and coming between your thighs. Slowly dragging his pointer finger along your wet folds. “Mmm,” Anthony hums, you can feel his smirk against your collar bone. “You’re completely soaked, throbbing against me,” the sharp intake of breath from feeling his finger press against your clit makes any other sound, plea, statement die inside of your throat.

“And yet you tease me so,” the pad of his finger rubs slow circles against your clit; your nails digging into the muscles of his arms, your lips parted as moans flee out, lashes fluttering. “What an ungrateful wife you are.” He kisses the bottom of your lip, the ability for you to form a coherent thought quickly succumbing to the pleasures of his hand; the way his finger rubs and circles your clit. His other fingers teasing your entrance, giving you the tiniest taste of the feeling of being filled, full of him—no where near comparable to the part of him you’re now wishing for as the lust and euphoric pleasure completely takes you over mind body and soul. No, the fullness you want can only come from Anthony’s cock, the thick, throbbing appendage you can feel at your hip, that can make you come harder than any woman should dare to imagine possible.

“Not so cruel now are you?”

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