#i will rewrite it in the future maybe

[silverlistenstothings]

I WISH EVERYONE WHO DIES GOES TO HELL (and comes back as a cool demon) NO MATTER WHAT!

[sp00kymulderr]

take the long way home - part 1

series masterlist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x afab reader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, alcohol mention, one night stand, cursing, reader is going through a bit of a messy time in general. More to come for future parts.

Word Count: 1k

Series Summary:  Classic story, right? You meet a handsome man, let him take you home, and plan to never see him again. Of course, these things rarely go to plan.

A/N: To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates​ or see taglist details on my masterlist.

It had started with a kiss. As it often does.

Not the kiss perhaps you’d both wished for, full of wonder and awe and the sensation that nothing could keep you apart. No, not the kind of kiss in the movies– with the predisposition for a happily ever after and the knowing that this thing would last forever.

It was a ‘drunk and lonely on a Thursday night’ kiss. A ‘you take my sadness and I’ll take yours’ kiss. And that was ok with both of you, unspoken but clear as day as you kissed again in his kitchen, then in the doorway of the bedroom as you undressed each other. Kisses that lingered as only those kinds of kisses could.

It was also a mistake of course. It always seemed to be a mistake, the next day. You waking up in the wrong bed, with the wrong person, in the wrong city – head aching and mind racing again as the effects of the night are burned off by the harsh light of day.

Your thoughts has been all over the place for days now, impulses running wild in this new city where no one knows you. You had needed something different, after the fuck ups of your life before, and he had been the impulse. The thing you couldn’t resist. Desires sweet whisper in your ear when he has asked you to go for a drink with him – saving you from the stuffy, uninspiring art gallery you’d met at. He was so handsome; gentle eyes and a kind smile, sweeter still he was smart and interesting and clearly lonely. How could you say no when – in a move that already seemed out of character for him -  he invited you home with him?

He had been nervous, you could tell from the hesitance to touch you – in the taxi you’d taken his hand and placed it on your thigh with a gentle squeeze, giving him permission not to be worried with you. It was only tonight, right? But, oh, he never did this kind of thing. Never. He kept reminding you of that, again and again. You had relished it, feeling like temptation personified by giving this sweet, careful man the opportunity to try something new.

Now, you groan quietly. Peeking the early morning though a gap in the curtains as you sit up gently, tying not to disturb the man sleeping soundly besides you. For a moment you contemplate him; his handsome features, the soft jaw under scruffy facial hair, beautiful curved nose, those gorgeous brown eyes so full of soul just behind closed lids.

You’d kissed along that stubbled jaw last night, licked across that curve of neck and gently bitten down as he’d touched you; more, more and more, you’d both wanted more. Impossibly eager to please and be pleased, to feel something different and so needed, it was impossible to deny you’d fit together so well. He’d made a show of being a gentleman and meant it too but when it came down to it he knew what to do, how to be hard and passionate and desperate with you. It’s always easier to be like that when it was a throwaway night of passion. Still he’d surprised you with that.

He stirs for a moment now in his sleep and you take the chance to slip quietly out of the bed, picking through the clothes on the floor to find your own and silently leaving the room. Quickly making your way out of the strangers home and life forever. He had said he’d take you to breakfast this morning, but you knew he didn’t mean it. You had always intended to leave in the early hours, and you assume he’d understood that too.

“Well...Marcus” you remember his name with a smile, “it was nice”. And you mean it, it had been nice and more than nice. In another life, you might’ve stayed, might’ve tried to get to know him better. But that wasn’t what this meeting was for, that wasn’t how this happened right now. Good as it might have been, you’ll never know and nor will he.

So you walk away from the house without a look back, and move on quickly knowing you’ll never see him again.

The beauty of the one-night stand.

***

In the days following, you get ready to start afresh in this new life of yours. Leaving behind memories of the failed relationship and the emotional impact of your previous work. You’ve got the new city, the new home, and so now it’s time to start the new job. The FBI had been good enough to transfer you at your request, give you a new assignment that meant you would never have to think of that screwed up old you again.

You’d only thought of your night with Marcus once. Okay, maybe twice...Maybe more, but who was counting. There were other things to concern yourself with for now.

As the days crept up, you realise you’re actually truly excited for this new chapter, this change. Your new position was a different pace, you hoped, from the high-stakes stress of the organised crime division you’d left. You were ready for it, ready to be the best you could be as the new you.

The night before your first day you iron your outfit, make your lunch, and do your research – making sure you’d wow your boss and get in their good books straight away.

You weren’t going to mess this one up. Not this life. Not this brand new you.

***

On your first day in the Art Theft division, you show up early. You’re eager, well-slept, and you look great if you do say so yourself. Things are good, you think, breathing in the fresh air outside before you head in to the building and are directed to the department.

At 9am, you have a meeting with your new team, a chance to introduce yourself. Chance to make a damn great impression. When you get to the room most of the team are there, but not the boss. He’s on his way, you’re told. You smile, and make small talk, and you feel like everything is going your way after the shitshow in your old life.

At least until you hear the door open and someone says “Ah here’s Agent Pike, he leads the department”

You turn around all smiles and excitement, when you see him your heart basically drops to your stomach.

You’d recognise that face anywhere, but especially those soulful brown eyes. It’s Marcus, it’s the guy you’d slept with then left without even a goodbye. And he looks at you like he’s seen a ghost, and you feel the same way. You feel sick.

And you realise this isn’t the good new life, because you’ve already screwed it up.

By sleeping with your boss.

Fuck.

[grimgummies]

...

[lonelysucker7]

Found this in my drafts

Quick reference idea for near future (11/12/23)

“Im not good for you.”

“Tell me why?”

“…step back for a second. Just do it.”

You didn’t question him, immediately taking a step back from him. Kaine stood there with an expression sort of darkening for a second, before he jerked his hands quickly forward unsheathing spikes from his wrists. Your eyes widened slightly and your body froze. He didn’t meet your eye, just glared at the spikes.

Carefully he beckoned you back with a finger, and you listened, getting closer to him. Then you stood in front of him, bravely meeting your eye up at his 6’4 stature.

Kaine stared down at you, his breathing steadying a bit.

“Do these scare you?” He questioned quietly. He brought a stinger a bit up and dragged it slowly on the bare skin of your arm, careful and gentle. It’s smooth yet sharp edge sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it excited you or scared you. But you had to think rationally about this. You had to take a moment to think. Glancing at them did give you some shivers down your spine. You had to be honest about that.

“Yes.”

Kaine’s steady breathing became slightly heavier, his eyebrows knitted almost closer together. You weren’t sure if there were right answers here and the idea almost made you scared, more than his spikes. You heard him open his mouth again, and spoke with a rather hesitant hardened tone

“Do I scare you?”

You thought of all those moments you were with him. You thought of the first time you met. You knew there was more to him than just his usual grumpy attitude. He made you feel safe. You never saw a reason to feel afraid of him. Not unless he showed you this side of him. You shook your head and answered truthfully.

“No.”

You felt a bit of relief when Kaine’s shoulders slightly slumped a bit hinting the tension was already lessening.

part from the beginning

[tea-cat-arts]

Fu Hua and Senti are the only characters that should be allowed to interact with Kevin actually

[doodle17]

I just drank some soda and my throat is feeling suspiciously itchy

Uh oh

[reluctanttrabbit]

i think it is safe 2 say im giving up on vanweek 😓😓

[scattered-winter]

Do you have any plans for Kuron in QS?

I feel like he ended up getting the short end of the stick in canon because he did seem to genuinely like and bond with the Paladins and was forced to turn against them by Haggar, only to be killed by having his mind erased and to have Shiro take over his body.

honestly i wasn't even going to put him in, because i don't like pretty much. anything about the clone storyline and how it fits into canon. like i DO agree with you that kuron really got fucked over and i would like to maybe write some fic with him in the future but since quintenary stars is like. My Ideal Voltron Story (tm) he probably won't be in it just because i don't know if i can involve him without also involving all the stupid things that happened With him (such as shiro being dead, his illness being erased, the team not really being A Team, etc etc.) really the only thing storywise that i liked about the kuron arc was the keithvshiro fight and i already have plans to incorporate that into qs without the clone bullshit lmao

[tvcarachaos]

— A Messenger* ˚ ✦

Summary: our messenger brings news! Good or bad? The gods will soon find out >.>

Word count: 1.419 (a big one! Oof) Author's note in the end.

The bright green grass accommodated me, comforted me and filled my nostrils with its scent. I curled up on that clean ground and checked my surroundings. The clear sky with a light breeze called out the arrival of an ethereal creature. They looked at me curiously, and one of them bent down towards me. They were talking among themselves, asking me to introduce myself.

“I am the Messenger.” I said in a low voice, admiring those delicate faces. The shadow energy, Yin, lifted me off the ground and caressed my shoulders with a caring gaze.

“We are very happy with your arrival, miss” the light energy was at my side, greeting me with a slap on the back “I’m Yan, you already know my sister. I will be your guide for now.” he said, more to Yin than to me. She went away, disappearing into her own shadow, and so I was alone with him.

“Now, I know your name is not ‘messenger’” He took my arm carefully, walking with me along a paved path. It had several rocks and streams, with bright and beautiful flowers.

“You're right… My name is Bez.”

We were silent, walking through the garden, he managed to introduce himself and seemed excited. His glow distracted me, his figure was gaseous, with certain parts being more physical. It blended with the void of my hair, bringing a certain fun to him.

“You know, the garden is great. Well looked after, and the butterflies love the pollen here.” He stopped in front of me, opening his arms in reception. “Magnum warned us about you, and we want only the best news, messenger.”

He smiled, giggling and my stomach dropped. The best of news. His smile stretched for a long time, as did my nervousness. Magnum instructed me with motives unknown to me, and knowing that I'm alone on this mission... They won't like what I have to say.

We walked to the gate of the Ether, with that bright talking thing, showing off to the Heaven.

“You will still meet Shu, but know that he is wise! And these gates are his relic” they were gates so bright, but so bright, that their appearance was reflective, and a message painted in red appeared:

Beware.

That gate was big and translucent, it shined because of the sunlight, and because it was clean. How many times did they rub it to make it look like this? Or is it just like that?

“Yan, why did you bring me here?”

“Why? Now, it's important that you know your place. And it's up here, close to Magnum, and close to us.”

Chaori is so confusing, just like the inhabitants. Yan kept showing off, and mentioning how special it is here. My place, huh? I better get used to it...

Yan directed me to several places. An all-white lobby, with white windows, curtains, walls and chandeliers. I could see myself on that floor. Then there was the painting room, and other large rooms. Everything is very clean, and lonely. The furniture was separated from each other, and mainly in the lobby, there was a single huge coffee table with 10 chairs. The table was minimalist like the rest of the room. A simple black tablecloth, which stood out against the rest of the marble, and the smell of air freshener? Nothing more than white lilies.

With his gentle but outgoing attitude, Yan highlighted his curiosity with my mission.

“I need everyone to gather here. You with Yin, and the other 4.” I looked at the table. Ten chairs. They're going to call someone else, right?

“Are you sure? I thought it would be brief news, without the need for an exclusive meeting” He approached my face, fixing me with his clear eyes. They were white, their pupils stood out and honestly, it was startling.

I nodded, breaking eye contact. Yan laughed to himself, and when I least expected it, I was already gathered at the table, with everyone. Staring at me, questioning me.

“Spit it out, child. We look forward to the news.”

“It better be something good. Fun and good, preferably!”

“Chaori awaits us, as does She too” Yan stood up, and pointed to my right side. The empty chair seemed to accommodate someone. “Let’s let our guest talk.”

“So? Proceed.” Yin pointed to the two goddesses at her side. Talking among themselves, looking at me with disdain. Their attention was cut off, and directed to me. I got up quickly, held my breath for a moment, trying to distract myself from all the curious looks.

“She brought me here to stay. So I can see you. Your work and perhaps behavior towards the population. So—”

“How come? Doesn’t She trust us?” one of them, the reddest one, interrupted me.

“This is absurd, it doesn’t match anything predicted” the woman in the green clothes said.

“We are insufficient. We are insufficient! Is that what She thinks?” the bluest goddess said leaning on the table.

Before any further complaints could be made, Yan interrupted with a shout. Everyone at the table covered their ears, after all, that sharp sound was like a hiss. He stood up and pointed to me.

“We should not doubt Magnum's capabilities. If She finds Bez suitable to stay here, so be it.”

“We welcome you with gratitude.” Yin spoke up.

The god of Air raised his arm, and Yan paid attention to him.

“Why that? Why does Magnum want to see us like this so much? She's omnipresent, She doesn't need it.”

“I... I don't know. It's what She wanted” I looked down, hearing the complaints and protests of the other gods “I just ask for a place to sleep. I promise not to touch anything.”

Yin and Yan looked at each other, with Yin sighing. She approached me, and I looked up and smiled. We left the room to go to the corridors. That place was a labyrinth! I would be lost without them to show me the way...

“I have the perfect place for you, Bez.”

“Really? That's good, I think that's something She must have demanded...”

“Yes, consider this a gift from... a friend” We walked down a long, narrow hallway, with Yin pulling the handle of one of the rooms.

I blinked several times to realize what was in front of me. A room, more like a dungeon, that lacked windows. Windows, or mirrors, or— gosh! Furniture. A poorly dressed bed with a bedside table. An armchair near the entrance, which blended in with the worn wallpaper, and smelled a lot like a room that hadn't been opened in, you know, over 30 years? The smell of dust in that place is undeniable.

“Why aren’t there windows?” I hesitated to ask this, because it's not the only complaint I have. And yet, I received no response. Yin left the room, closing the door while I watched this thing. Yes, thing, because this is not worthy of being called a room.

I walked around the corners, looking for some reflective surface. I needed to call Magnum, I needed a tip or guide. Anything would be helpful. Like it or not, the meeting did not go as expected. They didn't take the news as something good, they must think I'm a nosy random. I also didn't expect these room conditions. But I was the one who asked for a place to sleep, so beggars can't be choosers, right?

I looked through everything. I opened the dusty drawers and hit the pillows on the bed while holding my breath. As I was fussing with the sheets, I saw something shiny under the bed, so I looked down.

I found a box. It had lace and looked well cared for. I opened it, curious about what could be inside, and without a doubt, it was something that took me by surprise.

An object with a reflective surface, a mirror.

A beautiful and shiny hand mirror.

Beautiful and broken.

With the pieces still in the box, the pattern on the glass indicated that it had broken on impact. As if it had fallen from a high place. I'm sure this wasn't supposed to be here, not like this.

I picked up a bigger shard, to try to communicate with Her, and the only message I managed to get was:

A friend.

A/N: I tried a different style for my writing today, and I know it's not perfect: a little confusing and maybe it sucks. Or maybe not.

Well, I never thought writing about Bez first day in heaven would be something I'd do. And here it is! A fresh start (for her) and some new faces here(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ still , it wasn't the best time for Bez, huh? Wonder how that goes...

PT-BR version!!

[bonefall]

Better Call Mapleshade AU that when Skycan rejoins the clans, they bring with then 6 acorns, planting them all around their new camp, bringing Brokenstar with them. The Ring of trees eventually encircle the entire camp, giving it shade in summer, and a strong wind block in winter.

(Mapleshade helps Skystar, Firestar and Yellowfang move Brokenstar's soul to one of the new trees. )

Mapleshade: "I'm only helping you two because Patchpool made me feel bad...and Skystar is kind of my friend, I guess."

Skystar: "Aww, I knew you liked me."

Mapleshade: "Pushing it."

Brokenstar: "Can Runningnose come too?"

Yellowfang: "No, he's a war criminal...and he helps keep Tigerstar in line in the dark forest."

Skystar: "Also, he, Ashfur, Hawkfrost, Thistleclaw, and Jaggedtooth help us bring in dark forest cats if they're needed as witnesses."

Brokenstar: "Awww...but I miss him."

Firestar: "They planted six trees..I can see if he can go into one, I guess."

You stumbled into something I've actually been mulling over for a while

Recap for newcomers: My planned rewrite of Firestar's Quest is Firestar's Quietus, turning it into a journey where Firestar brings the ghost of Brokenstar on a quest to resurrect SkyClan to put his soul to rest.

Brokenstar was created by a curse from the exile of SkyClan, and is a sort of guardian nature spirit of sorts, once a fifth oak at fourtrees. At the end of the story, Firestar buries an acorn necklace he used to channel him and it sprouts in the gorge.

So my rewrite establishes Brokenstar as a guardian and a force of nature... and SkyClan, as we all know, is going to get evicted from the gorge because of Darktail. So...

Brokenstar needs to get PISSED at this and do something, he is their guardian.

I don't want to abandon the oak tree completely, I would like to do something where they can plant a new acorn if they can't move the tree... but they're only going to be AT the gorge for 10 years at most. Current timeline points to it being a LOT less than that

Oak trees take AT LEAST 20 YEARS to start producing acorns!! ESPECIALLY the white oak type that Broken's tied to, it would be just big enough that it's insane the cats would be able to take it with them, but nowhere near old enough to produce acorns for them to flee with

And, of course, I would very, very much like to have Broken and Runny have a reunion of sorts, and that needs to come at some cool narrative moment.

Just stuff I'm thinking about

[kihteyu]

I am so strong for resisting the urge to rewrite all of my earlier fanfic chapters when I go back to read them again

[monocaelia]

i explode my old fics at an atomic level

[technopathicredhead]

@wynterlanding sent 19. a kiss on the shoulder while hugging from behind 

Ruby smiled seeing Landon coming up behind her from her dresser mirror as she held up her most recently finished cosplay as she was half dressed and ready to try it on, she knew there was a fancy dinner thing they were supposed to be at, but still she wanted to try on her cosplay anyway

"Taking too long for you?" She asked with a small laugh as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his lips against the bare skin of her left shoulder.

"Or does my very romantic boyfriend need help with something?" She asked, setting the princess dress down beside the pink more formal one she'd borrowed from her sister and turning in his arms to actually face him, forcing herself to look him in the eyes - something she typically struggled with, as she called him her boyfriend.

[zero-is-nebulous]

I have issue with the way Sega went about silvers character and apparently at one point in the past month I decided to rewrite his entire lore so

(Disclaimer: a lot is changed, this was note taking, and the original future timeline has shifted a LOT)

--

what if silver was created by eggman to be the ultimate weapon, a NEW take on Shadows construction. A biological lifeform that can channel chaos energy in NEW ways, and absolutely keep order to the eggman empire.

What if, when he was being created, he was left in stasis, forever a prototype with no test schedule. So now there's this incompleted glorified servalence and order organism, and he's got Psychoconesis so he doesn't have to get his hands dirty. He's a hedgehog because that's what shadow was and eggmans still working off of Gerald's ideals, and also isn't that just a KICK in the face to the fallen hero, in the end? He's not immortal. He could never quite figure that out, although his life force is strong in diffrent ways. The formation of telekinetic chaos abilities strengthens his brain, something that he would need to fix. Monitor. He needed him to NOT be as sentient and free thinking as shadow, and so, that sets back the project.

Silver is a passion project, named silver because while eggman is gold, the highest honorary position of leadership, this hedgehog will be his concluded victory. His second in command. Because eggman never was really a fan of dirty work.

Silver, project s. A being that, after the 'first apocalypse' went wrong, was let loose from his prison and introduced to the world. It was an accident. He wasn't finished yet, fixed yet- He grew up in less than a year because, well, he needed to survive. Eggman bots chased him, attempted to capture him, but he'd seen the world around him and the eggmans face plastered on every billboard. He'd seen families in alleyways cry, had mourned their world WITH them as they explained to him its condition.

He knows he was kept there, woken in a faulty crio pod in the wreckage of a collapsing base. Chalkboards with notes and diagrams were brushed over in place of keeping himself alive so he doesn't know much, but his glimpse of the lab gave him an idea.

And then little planet happens, just like it does every 11 months. And eggman attemps to colonise it, just like he did back then. Silver, after realising his abilities, is well on his way to gain some revenge, and some answers if he can help it, too. So he leaves for little planet and finds runes. The time stones, and yes. Time, a way to manage and bring ORDER to this apocalypse. A way to FIX things, once and for all and he knows, then, what he's going to do. He'll bring order. He'll maintain, and he will protect.

He has a run in with the eggman that created him as he gathers the last of the time stones into his quills for safe keeping. Eggman is excited to see him, sending his bots down to grab and contain him. But alas, as the adjustments to silver were incomplete under his care, he had neglected to understand his capability. His raw power, his raw DRIVE, and his undeniable sentience, reminiscent of Shadow himself just as the original scraps of arcs blueprints had detected. And boy was there little to go by, a coded text, kept locked in prison island and only UNCODED after years in his possession.

But, i digress.

Silver learns from eggman that he is imperfect, flawed, that the evil genius isn't FINISHED with him, and Silver is curious. He is a child to the universe and so, he asks questions. He gets few answers but he's smart, for his age, just as robotnic had designed him and so with little information the general image is formed regardless.

Silver then, vows. He vows to stop him, no matter what it takes, and then time stones are flinging silver BACK. Way, way back.

Over timeliness, silver learns of a golden glow that paints the sky in times of absolute distress. Legends, almost, through every year. Its in carvings on angel island, and its proclaimed with statues that flicker in and out of fallen futures. Memorials for their last hopes flame being snuffed out, more bronze than gold under the grit.

And then he meets him, and he is. He's gold, a hedgehog like himself, glowing and warm and smiling as he defeats their foe with a motion lost to his own eyes.

He is silver, and this hero, is Gold. The key to the future. And he was only ever really meant to be loyal to gold.

[dutyworn]

                                            @parameddic    /    cont. from ↷

She stirs at something poking her in the back, quickly alert at at the painful strain of her arms. Her head, as well, is pounding.

‘Nancy?’

The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but Wren can’t place it. She’s lying down, hands tied behind her back (explains the strain  ⸺  the backs of her wrists against each other, someone knew what they were doing).    ❝ Sorry, ❞    she says, voice thick; she clears her throat.    ❝ Not Nancy. ❞    She doesn’t know who he’s referring to. Where does she know that voice from?

More urgently, where are they? Gauging herself in the dark, stuffy air, she assesses her body limb by limb  ⸺  head and torso hurt, the latter likely from the strain of being tied up, the former from having been knocked out, but her legs feel relatively normal, and are free. It’s  ⸺  the small space, the vibrations: they’re in a moving vehicle. How the hell did she end up here? She doesn’t remember being attacked  ⸺  whoever’s done this must’ve caught her sleeping, or been really good & managed to surprise her. Gods, she hates how much more vulnerable she is, in this version of Detroit. If she had her omni-tool, she could get them both out of this within minutes. If she had her gear, if she were working within an environment familiar to her, she wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with. She’s more angry than she is frightened.

❝ My name is⸺ ❞    she catches herself, about to go with Shepard rather than her first name. Old habits die hard, and while her gut reaction isn’t to state her rank, anymore, she has to consciously lead with her first name, rather than her surname.    ❝ I’m Wren. I don’t remember  ⸺  are you hurt? Can you get free? Do you know what happened? ❞    Her questions are asked in the order of priority.

Her fingers bump into his as she twists in her restraints, pushing against pain. Whatever is going on, working on freeing her hands is essential: else she can’t help him or herself. Fucking zipties, really? The plastic digs into her wrists, drawing blood, as she tries to force against it enough to twist the position of her hands as to have more leverage with the insides of her wrists together, rather than the outsides.

She freezes when their surroundings lurch. There’s a moment of nauseating sway, the faint noise of metal creaking, creaking in a way she knows from when she... No, it’s not the sway that’s nauseating; it’s her body knowing what’s causing it, before her conscious thought.

She knows the noises a metallic vehicle makes, adjusting to water around it.

Oh, fuck...! OK, fine, she’s frightened, now.

❝ We’re in a vehicle of some kind, ❞    she states, tone calm, but body tense.    ❝ I think we’re in a body of water. Sinking. ❞    She twists her left hand violently enough to groan from the pain, working her own blood as a lubricant to slowly keep rotating it into a better position.

[froggi-mushroom]

I’m on a roll for really self-indulgent fics at the moment