#oh boi here we go

[witchandhuntress]

Card Captor Sakura | Clear Card 80

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Sinking Feeling

The other side of the story...

A sequel to A Risky Play

Also on AO3

Flying across The Great Bridge towards The Ancient Capital, Scott's magical eye was caught by a dark and ominous aura in the waters below. Swooping down, closer and closer to the water, his curiosity was quickly swallowed by fear as he saw what the thing giving off the glow;

A body.

Scott adjusted his trajectory and dove down, splashing into the water. The body was face down, but from its clothing, he immediately recognized it as Pixlriffs.

"When I said I was coming over to see him, this isn't what I meant!" Scott muttered to himself, barely keeping his anxiety down enough to be of functional help.

He was far too scrawny to both hold onto Pix with one hand and swim them to the shore with the other, Scott knew that, so he took of his sash and looped it under Pix's arms and then under his own, tying them together back-to-back, before he struck out for dry land.

Pix wasn't the lightest, though he hadn't really expected him to be; it was clear his career as an archeologist had given him a very impressive musculature, and muscle wasn't light. Those thoughts, combined with the sheer effort of swimming them both to safety, were just barely able to distract Scott from the fact that Pix didn't seem to be breathing.

Huffing and puffing, Scott felt his very expensive shoes sink into the mud of the lake edge, and he untied the sash that secured Pix to his back, turning and putting his arms under Pix's and pulling him ashore.

He was already analysing Pix's state as he laid him down; unnaturally deep scratches all down his arms that were filled with a watery sculk that, to his horror, didn't seem to be bleeding, a constant low glow of sickeningly dark magic under his skin, sharp claws that looked to be made of sculk, even more sculk all up his neck and going up through his beard and spidering up the sides of his face and into the outer corners of his eyes.

As soon as Pix was on a stable surface, Scott immediately took his pulse, trying to ignore the squelching as his fingers went into a patch of sculk, and his own heart lurched as he felt nothing.

Pix had no heartbeat.

Scott acted fast, ripping open the loose shirt the other man wore, exposing his bare chest and stomach; it was far paler than the rest of him, though that was to be expected, and he noted that Pix wasn't nearly as chisled as he'd always imagined, in fact having a healthy amount of fat on him. But even here, Scott saw sculk, in patches across his stomach, across his chest, matting parts of the body hair there.

Scott swallowed hard. Fuck. Stay on topic Smajor, you can oggle him later when he's not technically dead.

Placing his hands over Pix's heart, Scott threw his whole body weight into chest compressions, keeping a steady rhythm in his head. Five reps, check the pulse, five more.

After five cycles, Pix still hadn't regained his heartbeat, though Scott had noticed that, as he was pumping the other man's heart manually, the sculk seemed to be... fading? Like, his face was clear now at the very least.

Which was lucky, because the typical protocol for if the patient hadn't started breathing on their own was rescue breathing, also known as mouth-to-mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Scott leaned down and interlocked his lips with Pix's and breathed for him, repeating the cycle of chest compressions and rescue breaths. At one point, during one round of compressions, he heard a sickening snapping sound and felt Pix's ribs give way beneath him, but he had to keep going.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Pix spasmed, eyes flying open, coughing violently and spitting up fluid just as Scott was pulling away from a round of rescue breaths, spilling water and sculk down the sides of his face.

Scott flinched at the sudden sound and movement, and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw what remained of the sculk on Pix's body be actively absorbed into his flesh, which, definitely not good, but there were more important matters to attend to right now. Namely, Pix being alive.

"Scott?" Pix coughed and then immediately winced, yeah that was gonna hurt, "what happened?"

Scott's ears might as well have burst into flames, and he quickly shifted away, unable to meet Pix's eyes, or look at him in general honestly. "Pix! Oh thank god you're okay. What, uhh, what happened?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "well you see I was on my way over to see you to ask about froglights, but as I was doing so I caught sight of something in the lake? Anyway I flew down to see what it was and I saw you just floating there face down so I jumped in and pulled you out, but you weren't breathing so I had to, uhhh," he tried to look at Pix, his eyes falling on the other man's lips, and he felt his entire face ignite, and he hid behind his soaking wet fedora. "I kinda had to do mouth-to-mouth CPR to get you breathing again."

Pix tried to sit up, but was stopped immediately by the pain, "ah, that explains this," he groaned. He set his head back in the grass, "Thanks, Scott, really. You could have just let me respawn but you didn't. I appreciate that."

Scott was at a loss for words; that smile, that gentle tone, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He saw Pix pause for a moment, and watched as his ears also turned red. His mind raced; had Pix figured it out? Did he feel-

"Also, uhh, if it's any consolation, I don't, remember? Any of that?"

Scott didn't know if he felt relieved or heartbroken. Of course Pix didn't reciprocate; how could he have fooled himself into believing otherwise. But also at least there wouldn't be any awkward conversations later?

Pix's voice snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts, "Hey, uh, do you happen to have any healing potions on you? There's something very time sensitive I need to do so I don't have the luxury of waiting for my ribs to heal on their own."

"Oh! Of course!" He threw down an enderchest and rummaged around inside, soon pulling out a shulker box and producing a potion from within and holding it out to Pix. "Here."

As Pix took the potion from him, Scott felt their fingers brush against each other and his heart was almost the one that stopped next.

He watched as Pix drank, the magenta glow of the healing magic flowing from the bottle at his lips, down his throat, and spreading out in a pattern of swirls through his tissues.

But, now that he was paying attention, there was something else; with every heartbeat, Scott could see, ever so faintly, the dark colour of the sculk move through Pix's body.

Pix sat up, wincing slightly, and then got to his feet. "Thanks again, Scott, really." he said, his voice tender, Scott's stomach doing flips. "Also, I'm pretty sure you deserve free froglights for the rest of the season for this, if you ever need any just pop over to the orchard and help yourself."

Scott watched as he looked himself over, and he noticed it again; the sculk under his skin.

Pix pulled out some rockets and turned to leave, "Now then, if you need me, I'm gonna head over to False's place and see if she can help me with the whole Cub Situation. I'll see you around man."

In any situation other than this, Scott would probably be focused on Pix's wonderfully toned shoulders, the gentle valley along his spine, all the beautiful shapes that made him up, but all he could see was a dark pulsating mass of the sculk's vile magic where his heart was.

"Pix! Wait!" he tried to call out a warning, but Pix was already gone.

He had a bad feeling about this...

[cornpapers]

[violent138]

The idea of the Batkids doing normal people things while suited up is hilarious to me, you know, like Red Robin and Spoiler making the 9 o'clock news while racing through a grocery store because they totally forgot to get the things Alfred asked them to bring for the family dinner. Or Damian and Dick swinging into the Bludhaven Zoo mid-patrol because Dami really wanted to see the new baby tiger. Red Hood buying lemonade from a kid's stand and then standing there awkwardly messing with his helmet, trying not to hurt the kid's feelings. Black Bat, on a particularly tiring day randomly appeared in the nosebleeds of the ballet hall and started sniping phones out of people's hands. Or Signal and a deeply irritated Batman changing out a blown-out tyre in some back alley, earning amused looks.

[loadingjoey]

Alright, time to play Minesweeper on expert difficulty. The further i get, the better 2024 is gonna go.

[cheerioskid]

who do we think is winning the volleyball match

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

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

[thewizardhole]

my tavs and their romantic partners

[zan0tix]

AHHH ONE MILLION SCRIBBLES!! i cant describe them all but i got peixes fever. My love for the prospit family extends to feferi and i will never stop finding condys relation to jake and jane sososso interesting like oml. Genuinely insane character and worldbuilding i love homestuck

[fibi-draws]

this was less of a danganronpa v3 redesign and more of a "drawing the drv3 characters in outfits i would actually enjoy drawing more than once" but it got completely out of hand

anyway - day three of trying to defeat artblock went great and [commissions are open] again <3

[mzminola]

Ned was doomed before the beginning of the story; the direwolf has already choked on the stag antler in time to be found as an omen, Robert & Ned's fates are intertwined, Jon Arryn died from what he swallowed and Robert chose Ned to be Hand of the King, there is no way turning down a royal offer like that works out safely, and no way accepting it works out safely either. Ned was doomed, the gods just gave him a heads up.

But he became doomed in a particular way the moment he swung the sword down on Lady's neck.

The gods said hey, you're doomed, but here's the symbol of your house given mortal form to aid your children, and Ned killed one. His king gave a cruel, unfair order Ned disagreed with, that would hurt a child under his protection, his own daughter, to end the life of a creature that had done no harm, not for meat or furs to survive the winter but merely to satisfy the royal family's sense of offended dignity, and Ned carried that order out personally.

Ned killed Sansa's protector. He killed a gift from the gods.

Of course his own life ends on the royal executioner's block, a sword swinging down.

[scribz-ag24]

The Mystery Dungeon x Undertale crossover that came out of left field

Grovyle getting stuck in the Underground

The tutorial of the game becoming weirder

The Toriel section being a bit more awkward.

Frisk (with Chara by their side) becoming quite the sensation in Treasure Town (even the Great Dusknoir could be jealous by the attention they get!)

Dusknoir not realizing Frisk isn't Grovyle's altered appearance after some pokémon-turning-human shenanigans

Celebi trying to find Frisk's home

The shitpost that started it

It feels right to dump all I have for now and we'll see if more stuff gets added.

Check out this comic by @chubledoobles, as well!

[foggygloves]

some tiny genders for pride month !

and please no discourse on whether or not any of them or trans/good rep 🙏 lets just enjoy some trans happiness today <3

[modmad]

TPoH: Update!

The Property of Hate is a web comic which updates on Sundays (health allowing)

Update here on the TPoH website!

Read TPoH from the start here.

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[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[belphieslilcow]

i hope you're okay: asmo, beel, dia, barb, simeon, luke

stop falling down the stairs: lucifer, levi, satan, mephisto, raphael

how'd the ground taste?: belphie, solomon, thirteen

all at the same time: mammon