#prompt: forgotten

[argisthebulwark]

TES Summer Fest Day 5: forgotten/devotion

summary: Watching from a safe distance, Miraak loves every iteration of the Dragonbornborn that forgot him lifetimes ago. gn ldb warnings: non graphic mentions of death & grief @tes-summer-fest | day one day two day three day four

Miraak must be okay. It was his duty to withstand all the loneliness and regret that built up inside of him. Giving into his desires was not an option. His choice had been made ages ago and there was no going back.

He learned to placate the yearning that refused to cease. There was no harm in watching. The first true Dragonborn lived and fought, laughed and cried, all under his watchful eye. It became an interest that bled into obsession. He observed them through the eyes of others, ignoring the gnawing hole that had taken up residence in his chest upon parting from them.

Their love had been swift, cut short by a hunger he couldn't quell. Miraaak knew he was meant for much more, shedding the title of Dragonborn in search of something greater. He'd watched them drift farther away from him until the divide grew too great, reduced to spying on them through the eyes of their companions.

The Dragonborn's death ruined him. Miraak stood uselessly at his desk in Apocrypha, unable to do anything more than witness it. He could not intervene or comfort them as they passed, surrounded by those that had served dutifully as his lens into their life. Those that had not abandoned them as he had. Miraak watched helplessly as the one person he'd ever truly loved passed away.

Miraak fooled himself into thinking that the years had healed his wounds. He believed that he'd moved on. Loving and losing was something all beings had in common, even in his cage he was not spared from this. He carried on with his routine, scouring Mora's pages in search of what would allow him to ascend to the godhood he craved so badly.

Rumors of another Dragonborn being discovered caught his attention but he bided his time. Fear of being hurt once again kept the curiosity at bay. Miraak continued his work without daring to look, dreams haunted by what could have been.

Once the new Dragonborn was summoned by the Greybeards he reasoned it was only rational to peek. Miraak knew that the Dragonborn was the only mortal with power that rivalled his own, if he were to gain a new adversary it was only wise to see their face. Giddy with anticipation he returned to his desk, spying toward the continent he'd left long ago.

Their face was different, hair that had once curled was straight and braided back but it was them. Miraak caught glimpses of his Dragonborn in their mannerisms and the unflinching way they spoke. They smiled at something one of their guards said and the joy of recognition quickly burned away in the wake of Miraak's jealousy.

It was not the same face but Miraak recognized their soul, the fire burning in their heart. It was the same that had once loved him so dearly. He watched as unfamiliar lips spoke with a voice he knew so well, a body he'd never touched moving in ways etched into his memory.

Ages dragged on, empires rise and fell, but Miraak remained frozen. He became a silent observer to Dragonborn after Dragonborn, all different in their own ways but bearing the same soul. One had eyes that were so staggeringly similar to his Dragonborn Miraak bitterly began to wonder if the gods were toying with him. Perhaps watching them was a curse for turning his back on all he'd swore to uphold.

Jealousy became a constant passenger when viewing the Dragonborns. He watched them live, compelled by no force other than his own burning interest. He witnessed so many of them fall in love, aching with the knowledge that none would love them as truly or deeply as he had.

Learning that the current Dragonborn was intended to be the last finally spurned Miraak to rise from his desk. He would see Skyrim with his own eyes instead of through those of some random civilian. He would not let the last Dragonborn slip through his fingers without one final goodbye. Hope clawed somewhere deep in his chest that despite all the lifetimes that had passed they would somehow still know him.

Standing before the Last Dragonborn, heart in his throat and mask tucked under his arm Miraak's ancient heart broke once again. The one person he'd loved above all others peered up at him without a hint of recognition. Their face was different but that confused divot between their brows was there, the intensity of their stare. As he stood before the Dragonborn he loved so dearly he knew he'd been forgotten.

Miraak realized he'd become a stranger to them. His heart ached with the need to kiss them, to cradle that face until he knew it as well as the first Dragonborn's. He wished Apocrypha's texts had shown him some way to unlock past memories of the life they'd led together but his search yielded nothing. The Dragonborn looked through him, no recognition or love in the eyes he'd carved into his heart.

"Do I know you?" They spoke in a voice so similar to the one that had once professed their love for him. Miraak watched his beloved tilt their head and knew that he'd been forgotten by the one person he needed above all else.

"You do not," gloved hands twitched at his side and Miraak wondered how much he'd changed in their absence. "But I would like you to."

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Feels Like Karma

Week #12 Prompt: Forgotten | Word Count: 483 | Rating: M | POV: Barb | Characters: Barb, Nancy, Steve, Tommy H. & Carol | CW: Language, Mentions of Off-Screen Underage Sex (Canon) | Tags: S1, Missing Scene from "The Weirdo on Maple Street", Steve's Pool Party, Barb's Hurt, She Isn't Having a Good Time, So She's a Little Salty Towards All These Assholes

She didn't even want to come to Steve Harrington's house tonight, now she's been cast aside and forgotten. What Nancy swore she wouldn't be. Barb knew better, she did, and yet she wanted to believe. Wanted to pretend that her best friend wouldn't just ditch her for Steve Harrington's oft-ridden dick.

It may not be the orgy she'd snarkily predicted, but it's still disgusting.

Nancy was wearing a new bra, even if she lied about it, like she really thought she could sit there and tell her this wasn't the whole purpose of the night? Okay, sure.

Barb wasn't born yesterday.

And maybe she should have just let Nancy go by herself. Maybe she should have dropped her off and bowed out, went home, and read her book. Because she knew that this wouldn't be fun. But she also didn't want to be left out.

Even if that meant hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol, watching them go upstairs to have sex in Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's bed, like massive assholes. And they always have been. Now that's something they should just turn a blind-eye to, like all of high school, and middle school never happened? Well, Barb won't pretend she doesn't know these people.

She doesn't have warm and fuzzy thoughts about Steve Harrington. He's not completely terrible, but he's still who he is, and that's never gonna change. He's always gonna be King Steve. Spoiled, and self-centered, and thinking of nothing but himself.

He doesn't really care about Nancy. Barb knows that, even if Nancy doesn't.

He just wants in her pants.

Because she knows Steve. And Tommy H. and Carol, unfortunately. Even if she wishes she didn't.

So, she'll sit out here on this stupid diving board and wait for Steve to give Nancy the three pumps she's so obviously dying to get from him, and then they'll go home. Go back to normal, reset the status quo that has somehow been lost lately.

Barb looks down at her hand. Her thumb fucking hurts. It's throbbing and she's ready to go home, to take something for it. For as rich as they are, the Harrington medicine cabinet was severely lacking. She had to settle for wrapping it in a hopefully clean, dish rag. 

It's still bleeding. She hopes it doesn't need stitches, because that's going to be hard to explain to her parents. Not that they wouldn't believe any lie she'd tell, they probably would, but it's the principle of the matter. Getting hurt doing something really dumb feels like karma.

Bad juju.

Still, she can't just leave Nancy here. She, however reluctantly, agreed to be her guardian for the night to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

Too late.

But she can wait for her to make this mistake, get it out of her system, and then they can just forget all about it in the morning.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun!

Notes: I obviously don't share her thoughts towards Steve Harrington, lol, and I hate that Barb never saw Steve's character growth and transformation. Of course, it might never have happened if what happened to her didn't, setting so much into motion in Steve and Nancy's lives.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

“Hey, Doll. Why don’t you join me for a bath?” Tynan asks, an easy smirk on his face. He likes watching your reactions, whether you’re teasing him or getting flustered. It’s cute, honestly.

Oh man, Tynan thinks. He’s really down bad. He didn’t really think he’d (1) want you beyond a physical relationship and (2) want to capture you so you’ll be wholly his, forced to rely on him and only him. These thoughts used to baffle him (and maybe they do still baffle him somewhat), but he honestly doesn’t care too much anymore. Still…

Tynan isn’t sure when his breaking point was.

Was it when he was first lured in by your dreams? When he first got a taste of you? When he first decided to stay for a little longer than he usually would?

You appealed to Tynan’s tastes quite a bit, more than any other human had, but that wasn’t his breaking point, was it? Your guardian angel and his obsession with you was intriguing, but that certainly wasn’t Tynan’s breaking point, either. Sure, your guardian angel gave Tynan some source of amusement and it was a surprise that you could even see your own guardian angel, but that wasn’t enough to make Tynan spiral.

His competitiveness with your guardian angel did make Tynan more touchy and affectionate (and wow, did he like touching you), but that wasn’t his breaking point, either.

Tynan seriously can’t wrap his head around it. Sex is casual. Relationships are casual. But here you are, making him want to get consumed by you. Here you are, making him jealous of all things. 

Tynan doesn’t like emotions or attachments – it’s pointless, really – but he wants to overload you with his feelings for you, attaching you to his side forever. He wants to take you back with him to his home so he can lock you up and hide you away from the world forever. If you’re there, he doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll never need anyone else ever again.

“Tynan?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” 

The question makes him smile. You’re really too cute. It’s to the point that you’re the only thing that matters to him.Yeah, that’s right – it doesn’t matter what his breaking point was. All that matters is that you’ve made him break his long streak of detachment and he’s not planning on ever letting go.

[emacrow]

Raven found a Feral Farshee and saved a town

Teen Titans got an alert for another candidate from titans east only the signal led to a broken titan in the middle of a dark foggy and scary woods in the middle of Illinois that seems to be causing the other to hallucinations and get lost.

Raven seems to be the only one immune to this as the teen titans got picked off one by one, distracted by something only to end by the shadows and a terrifying wail that scared the living souls out of them.

This was worse than movie night when her powers went out of control due to fear, except she beaten her own fears.

She know there was someone or something in this woods causing all of this and whatever it was, it was in pain, a whole lot of pain to steal everyone who seem to wander in the woods without hurting them.

Perhaps to absorb safety to distract itself from its own pain is what raven was thinking until she found the source.

In a barren broken town covered in frozen snow and ice. An old cracked sign covered fully in overgrown frozen vines barely said anything until she used her telekinesis to move them.

Welcome to Amity Park. It's a nice place to live! Home to the most famous sup- phant-! What was the sign said if it weren't for the evacuation and Do Not Cross tape and signs all around it.

There wasn't a place like this on the map, let alone on the Titan tracker that wasn't working anymore.

It was cold, below 20 winter cold as Raven flew in the town.

She could feel the eyes of something staring at her as she anazyling the town.

Something had happened here, something big as she was seeing ice statues of varieties ages people in clothes, shoes around stuck in place as if their were doing normal town things or running from something.

More and more statues in clothes, hats, dress, police uniforms, suits, etc she kept finding as she flew by..

Only to stop at a familiar statue.. it was Robin, except he was frozen completely like a ice statue except his Robin uniform were still on with his titan communiater in his hand still pressing the buttons as if he was shouting about something.

Her heart dropped as most teen titans members were here, along with a Titans east frozen like ice statues.

Before her eyes caught something, bringing another statue. She dipped into the shadows immediately.

"Safe, must keep everyone safe, safe, safe in forever ice, nobody can get hurt now, all safe, they can't leave through the portal, all safe..."

Watching as a very long white-haired boy wearing a frozen crown floating in a black hazmat suit and a mystical cape, carry beast boy frozen in ice statue like state as a frighten falcon with one claw out.

He was much taller than cyborg, but thinner than a scarecrow, four arms, with exposed skin on his long hand paler than sickening white paint with lines of blue.

His eyes were dull blue, wearing a necklace glowing a bright ominous blue, a familiar necklace tied with a simple gold thread she had read about once.

A curse necklace of power, thought to have been lost in a bargaining chip with the infinite realm King due to twisted and corrupt the user's power to gain control over them unless forcefully taken off or cut off, reverting the effects.

It seemed to taken over this person completely.

She thought of a plan easy enough for her to snap it. Manifesting a pair of thin shadow scissors to cut the gold thread through.

Hearing the sharp snip cut through the necklace immediately alerted his attention toward her, only for the snapped necklace to drop on the floor.

Dull blue eyes shrank before a glowing green and sharp pupil revealed themselves in his eyes before rolling upwards, gravity taking effect immediately for him to collapse on the floor immediately.

The guy fell into a deep sleep as she kept him contain in a giant shadow grasp, probably out of exhaustion as the status of her teammates started to thaw out, skin exposed as the ice practically fell off them.

Each teammate suddenly gasped for air. It wasn't just them as the town itself was melting, ice cracking, noise of people were gasping or mid screaming, coming back to life from the frozen prison.

The culprit, who cause all this was still asleep, suddenly had a flash of light surrounding them as long silvery mixed with black hair teen very malnourished thin lay in the shadow grasp.

Before Raven could explain, the town folks were suddenly holding strange guns glowing green.

"Let fenton go, you creeps!"

Part 2 -> here

[kytiit0o]

a lil follow up to this

next

[2aceofspades]

Number five with Leo and Mikey Leo feeling guilty about triggering the events of the movie

5.) "I don't know if I can forgive."

I changed it a bit, but hopefully it's still alright 🫣

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Also, here's an extra cuz I misread the request at first gah-!

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Thank you for your submission! 🌟✨

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[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @thefallenangel2008 @ravmycupine

just wanted to add some thoughts to the memory vial/brain dead au (or whatever we're calling it)

because of course ford's guilt about using the memory gun on stan is so much worse than it is in canon, not just for the obvious reasons but also because like

this wasn't the plan

Stan agreed to have his memories erased—of course he did, the whole thing was his idea. But he didn't know he was going to die. Granted, I feel like Stan probably still would've been willing to make that sacrifice if he had known that. But I don't think Ford would've.

Ford just thought he was turning his brother into an amnesiac, and even then he almost couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. And of course he knew it was going to hurt, having Stan look at him like he's a stranger, but at least that's the outcome he was preparing himself for.

He was not prepared to see Stan's body topple over on its side, his unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead. Ford rushes to his brother's aid, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to rouse him, calling his name (except, he wouldn't know his own name anymore, would he?). Stan's not moving. He's not breathing. Oh God, he's not breathing. Ford glances at the memory gun on the ground next to them, and horror washes over him as he realizes what he's done. The gun erased more than just memories, it erased everything. Stan's brain was a floppy drive and Ford was the magnet, wiping it clean and leaving it broken beyond repair.

No, no, this wasn't the plan. Time to call off the con. This wasn't supposed to happen. Stop, cut, abort mission, abort mission!

But it's too late. What's done is done, and he can't take it back.

Oh God, I killed him.

Sobbing now, Ford mutters choked-out apologies, first to Stan's body as he holds him tight—and again at his grave after he's buried. And the apologies start up anew every time he visits.

As the years go on, Ford is haunted by all the what-ifs that might've saved his brother's life. What if he had thought to type "Stanley Pines memories" into the memory gun instead of just "Stanley Pines", would it have kept his essential brain functions intact? Hell, what if he typed in "Bill Cipher"? Would that have been enough to kill the bastard and still let Stanley keep most of his memories and, more importantly, his life?

Ford doesn't know the answer to that question. And he'll never know. Because as much as he longs for it, he'll never have that chance to go back and do it differently.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 194

Bart is frozen. He’s terrified- his heart is beating faster in his chest than it’s ever done before yet he couldn’t even start to force himself to run, his body practically vibrating in place as he shook. 

There was a familiar feeling in the air, one he’d never thought he’d ever feel again once he’d slipped back in time. He couldn’t breathe, everything felt like it was falling away except for that horrifying fiery aura- 

“Kid, are you okay?” There was a hand on his shoulder, light as a feather (he’d learned that from gramps!) yet grounding. 

He finally managed to suck in a breath, however wheezy, and looked up to answer, the words dying in his throat before they even began. 

“Kid? Holy shit-” Bart didn’t hear anything else as his poor brain fizzled and he fainted. 

Danny blinks down at the barely-teenager who seemed to just have some sort of attack before fainting practically in his arms. He’d say diabetes or something, but he has no way to be sure and is maybe panicking himself. 

“Wow Mum, wha’ you do?” a toddler Dan- he knew what he did but honestly his baby lisp was adorable- snarked from next to him, chewing on his kid leash. Which he wasn’t getting out of until he could both stop floating whenever he saw the stars (yes he knew he used to do the same thing, shush) and walk out into traffic. 

[luimagines]

Ok, now what would the links do if the group was travelling somewhere that's really cold and snowy, and the group is separated in a snow storm? Now imagine reader and the link in question are close, lovers perhaps, perhaps they're just besties, but the point is they're lost, seperated by from the group, and it's cold af-

I personally think being stuck with twilight would be the best scenario here, because Wolfie is a living heater. Problem solved.

And also, wild has all the right gear for any weather so you'd probably be ok with him too.

BUT- what're your thoughts? Who do you think would handle this well and who would let reader freeze on accident?

I hope you don't mind if I do headcanons on this one! It'll just make it easier to answer your questions that way. :D

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Legend

Oh honey, you're in good hands.

You know he's got like 15 different items to help you out.

He's already putting on his gear and throwing stuff at you to keep you both warm

He's complaining the entire time though.

Legend's probably been through a situation like this before and now he's just cursing his luck

He's more annoyed than worried

Because of course this had to happen to him

Of all people

He might... leave you behind by mistake. Or at least begin to do so since he's used to continuing on in poor conditions

Yell at him if his pace begins to speed up and you're struggling to catch up.

He'll slow down when he realizes that you don't exactly have the same experience as he does

He'll let you catch up and go at your speed for a little while

Only to get re-annoyed with the circumstances and begin power-walking through the snow again.

He would probably try going through the night to catch up with the rest of the group so you would need to slow him down

Freezing through the night is not a concern of his.

He's too pissed off to care.

Is probably causing all the snow to melt around him in his rage.

....Maybe don't try to make conversation

Let him stomp it out

Sky

Oh no

Oh dear

Good luck

Now he's from the highlands

Get it?

Because the islands are high- they- they're in the Sky- Nevermind

That being said, he's used to colder temperatures

Not freezing

Hear that?

He's doomed.

Doomed I say!

And so are you if someone doesn't get their act together!!!

You both are better off staying put and huddling for warmth.

It's a good thing Sky gives great hugs.

Just wait for the others to come find you and regroup.

Not that Sky is going to want to stay put and wait on someone else.

He's still a Link after all

But good golly you better find a way to keep him put

Sit on him if you have to

Solves both problems

Four

He's going to freeze as well.

He may have an item or two that can help him.

But he's small, ok?

He doesn't have a lot of body heat to go around.

And he's not going to risk it and go out into a storm with ill-equipped gear and a lack of direction

No sir, he won't.

You are both going to sit down and wait.

He tries to avoid it early on, but after a few hours, fire or no fire, he will eventually latch onto you like a koala

I don't make the rules.

Snuggle time!

Please don't let him fall asleep.

That being said, I think that with the two of you missing, the group find you in record time.

You don't have to wait long in the snow storm until rescue comes.

So no need to panic

You both are going to be a-ok. :)

Time

He is on high alert the second you've been separated from the group.

Time makes sure that you are as close to him as physically possible.

He also makes sure to put away his armor. That amount of metal would have him frozen faster than a poe with an ice rod.

He (most likely) will have his equipment to deal with the cold, but his main concern will be on you the entire time.

Not that Time has a lot of ways to deal with the cold to begin with.

I'd imagine that he burns brighter than more so the cold won't bother him as much.

But being out in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard is not very conducive for a survivable experience.

Instantly tries to find a cave instead.

Does not hesitate to use Din's Power to warm the air and keep a fire going.

He somehow also keeps you from burning when he uses said power.

Don't ask me how. I'm using Suspension of Belief.

Once the fire has started, he'll sit you down and drag you close.

Cuddles for warmth. Obviously. Unless? o.o

Kidding.

Mostly.

Time goes full provider mode.

You cannot convince me that the dude who essentially played hero for his entire life will be able to turn that off on a whim

He's a caretaker and he's going to keep you both alive no. matter. what.

The others are going to have to wait. You come first.

Twilight

Oh, he's fine.

He's borderline built for this weather, you kidding?

However, he knows that you both have to reconvene with the group at some point.

So out comes Wolfie.

He can track like the best of them but may forget that you can't travel through it as well as he can.

He makes sure to keep you close.

You may have to have a hand on him at all times as he both try to make your way through the weather.

When you get too cold to move on though, Twilight transforms back into his hylian form and gives you his best gear.

He takes of the wolf pelt and wraps you in it.

Then he takes out all the other clothes that he has and puts them on himself.

They're lighter than his best gear but he's going to put as many layers as he can tolerate

Then he picks you up and carries you until he finds a safe place where you can spend the night.

He (like many in his family) is a man of action and is going to make sure you have nothing to worry about.

Twilight is going to forget that you're a team in his effort to keep everything under control

He means well so don't take it to heart

It's how he manages his stress

Your options are let him do what he wants and go along with it or try to (kindly) remind him that you can do just as much as he can

Results may vary for option number two.

Warrior

Fire rod?

Fire rod.

No need to worry he's going to have some fun.

You might have to worry about having your eyebrows singed off instead.

But let's just say the cold is not going to be a problem for the foreseeable future.

What's more worrying is trying to find your way back to the group.

That is going to be a problem and a half.

Kinda.

I'm tempted to say that Warrior shoots multiple fire columns into the sky to act like giant magical flares.

....Hopefully nothing else catches on fire.

You have to admit though, it looks awesome.

Your best bet would be that the others find you first before you find them because Warrior is not the best tracker known to man.

Wolfie is going to be your best friend.

Warrior cries when he sees Woflie.

He blames it on the wind chill on his eyes.

Wolfie knows better. XD

Wind

Help this poor child.

He's from an island.

A tropical island.

Not to mention he's just a kid!

Sure he's brave and smart and resourceful but to be trapped in a snowstorm?

He's not going to know what to do.

You better have a better inkling of how to handle yourselves.

Or you better place your bets in the group trying to find you first.

But he's not going to be of much help.

Would most likely be a liability in a situation like this.

I'm not saying that to be mean. I know he'd want to do his best to help and to pull his own weight and probably do most of the work since he's "The Hero".

But it's that same attitude that is going to put him in the way most of the time.

Not to mention that (to my knowledge) he doesn't have the gear to help out in the snow.

You're going to have to sit him down and give him a talkin' to because he's going to understand the problem you've both found yourselves in very easily.

Wolfie better be on his way and be there fast.

Wild

He's having the time of his life.

Between his gear to keep out the cold, his lack of self-preservation, and the fact that he can set anything on fire whenever he feels like- y'all are golden.

One of those people that'll accidentally take off without in their excitement, so please hang onto him so you're not left behind. ^.^*

Wild is also the one carrying all the food so you don't have to worry much on that front either.

Even if he didn't, he's also a hunter and is more than willing to hunt down dinner and cook it for you. :D

And that's still not even talking about his potions, his sheikah slate that can connect to Wind's Pirate Stone, and his ability to get lost figure out where he's going.

Aside from the boys already mentioned, if there was ever a need to draw the short stick and get stuck somewhere like this be aware that it could be very... very worse.

(Sorry Wild)

Granted, it'll probably take longer to find others.

Or for them to find you.

Let's be real, you're not going to be staying in one spot.

So! You're going to be set traveling with Wild!

That boy has everything covered! There's nothing for you to worry about!

Save for maybe him running off to explore without you.

And of course... because of that... prolonging the ability to return to the group...

Take pictures. At least have fun with it!

Hyrule

Ok- Mr. Streets Smarts would be an amazing bet to rely on.

He may not be the best tracker, but he knows his stuff.

Hyrule has an amazing sense of direction.

He may have a bad habit of wandering off.

But all those who wander are not always lost, you know what I'm saying?

You may be separated from the group but that doesn't mean that there's no way to find shelter of a nice place to camp.

Hyrule can sniff out this stuff (not literally)

It may not lead you both back to the group, but there's no reason to fear when Hyrule is here!

That being said, he's skin and bones.

This kid needs more layers.

Whether you headcanon him being part fairy or not, I can't imagine the magic he has also equating to him higher blood pressure or a high body tempt to fight off the fact that his boy is gonna be trapped in a snow storm/very snowy area

It may be up to you to make sure he doesn't get hypothermia and freeze to death.

He can lead you out of a mess like that no problem

...It doesn't mean he can lead you back to the group, but something is better than nothing

But I can't imagine him being able to retain his heat very well.

It's going to be the roll of the dice with one y'all.

[tes-summer-fest]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of an elf facing sideways in front of a golden stained glass background, wearing a magenta and yellow suit. His arms are stretched forward to rest on a cane. He has pale skin and hair, and his face is hidden in shadow. End ID]

TES Summer fest day 5 - Forgotten/Devotion

Technically this applies for the both of them heh. Valiel after becoming Sheogorath slowly forgets himself and the people he once loved.

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 20 - Memory

Rare is it to see you so shaken. I can only imagine what thoughts must be consuming you at this moment, my love.

[beestards]

Thinking about how crucial memories are in shaping identity. How past experiences, relationships, and traditions make a home in a person.

Thinking about how Siffrin forgets so much. That there is a gaping hole in their memory, so large that the lack of memory becomes part of their identity itself. He remembers bits and pieces, but it's difficult to construct an image just by feeling around the jagged edges.

Thinking about how much larger that gap must be for the King. Remembering enough to know that something's missing, but not enough to fill that void.

Thinking about how devastating it must have been for Loop and Siffrin, who based so much of their identity around the party, slowly beginning to forget them during the loops.

Thinking about how the grief of forgetting / being forgotten fuels the King's desire to freeze Vaugarde. And is part of what drove Siffrin into the time loops in the first place.

Yeah, I'm so normal about this, actually.

[ahollowgrave]

An exchange of tales. [feat. Arsay Nun of @wildstar25!]

Happy nameday Arsay! One of Odette's favorite things to do is sit and talk with people. I'm certain between her, Prudence, and Arsay they have plenty of good stories to share!

[cvntoid]

you wake up to benji fucking you he just needed it he couldn’t help it he’s sorry okay

Waking up is weird.

It’s kind of a shame, actually, trying desperately to hold on to the sensations of what must have been a sex dream - god, it’s been a while since you’ve had a naughty dream, and in the haze of your semi-consciousness, it’s easy to hold on to it. The delicious pressure and pulse of being on the verge of cumming. Not immediately so - no, not yet. On the way. All that spark, the heat and… and… -

The more awake you are, the more something is clearly wrong. It’s not a dream. It’s - fuck, what -

“Mmm… wait. Wait,” you moan groggily, stirring. You’re on your side, as usual, but you’re not alone. Everything hits you at once, really, waking up into it. It’s not a panic, not per se. But it’s disorienting, and your little moans and noises alert the body behind you - warm, strong. Panting in your ear a little. Everything comes together to form a picture, a hand holding your thigh up so that they’re parted, being fucked deeply, tenderly into, the soft sounds he makes.

“Honey - hey. It’s okay. It’s okay,” Benji whispers, kissing your throat. His facial hair is scratchy, his breaths tickling your skin as he pumps his hips. He’s not fucking into you hard. He’s gentle, sliding in and out. Tender. Thick cock opening you up to him kindly, almost, deep enough to make you gasp but not painful. Just a stretch. There’s no way to have Benji inside without a little stretch - he’s so thick, after all.

“But…”

“Mmm, no, baby - hey, I’m sorry I scared you. I couldn’t help it. You were so wet,” he murmurs, moaning into the nape of your neck. “And you look so fuckin’ good like this. You don’t know what you do to me.”

“Benji -”

“No. Hey - I know what you need,” Benji moans, and he pushes deeper, a little harder. He releases his grip on your thigh and reaches back somewhere behind him, humming as he continues to fuck into you. His hand comes back with a lit roach, bringing it tenderly to your lips. “Take a hit. C’mon. Wake and bake while I take care of my girl.”

It’s easy to pull in a little hit, just a baby one. It’s still so dark out; the sun hasn’t come up yet. The room is so dim, and Benji’s this warm, anchoring force. You should be upset. But you’re just so sleepy, so close already - how long has he been inside of you at this point? Smoke curls out from your lips in a soft exhale and Benji makes a content sound in his chest, vibrating right up against you, whispering in your ear. Good girl, that’s my fuckin’ girl. Relax. Let me take care of you. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re awake now or because you’re both approaching the edge, but he’s fucking into you even harder. Roach forgotten (likely on his nightstand ashtray), Benji snakes his hand between your thighs and rubs your clit so sweetly, so fucking nice, rapid gentle circles that make you whine and rock against him.

“That’s it. Fuck, dude, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” His voice, low and high at the same time, reverent, kind, in awe of the way you open up for him and take it. The way he can make you melt under his knowing touch. Benji’s so warm. He smells smoky, smells so… Benji. Musky and comforting. A well-loved sweater, a blanket that’s been sitting in the sunshine. Yours. All yours. “Gunna cum for me?”

You shake your head yes, breaths going in sharp and coming out in needy, pathetic sounding moans, but you never feel pathetic - not with Benji. You feel safe, warm, absolutely held. Benji moans and it’s the most beautiful sound there is. It’s just you two, just warm, slow, pot-induced haze, just his thick cock stretching you so beautifully, just the gentle wet sounds of his fingers on your slippery clit. All you need to do is close your eyes and feel him, all of him. He nuzzles into your throat and kisses you, whispers things to you so softly you can barely hear it, his kisses trailing over your shoulder, and there it is.

Fuck, the delicious spark that rolls into a deep, wonderfully buzzy explosion in the basin of your hips. You clench and pulse and ripple against his cock and you’re making all those sounds he loves so much, his hips pistoning a little deeper, and you reach down between your thighs to feel him sliding furiously in and out of you. You feel his wet cock and reach even lower, holding his balls, and there’s a delicious choked sound in his throat as his cock gets engorged and he’s moaning your name, spurting his hot cum deep inside of you, helpless as you pet his balls and trace the seam and stroke them, thumbing the base of his slippery dick where it ruts into your body. Both of you glowing in all that dark, existing as one shared pulse in the early morning hours.

The only two people alive in the universe.

[e-vasong]

ive gotten in my dead boy detectives feelings again (as one does) and anyways in this edition of Overthinking It, I'd like to say that one of the moments that first defined Edwin's character for me was actually a very brief one. It's the scene in episode 1 where he steals evidence from a crime scene and gives himself an iron burn while doing so. And from a writing perspective, this is obviously serving another narrative purpose - introducing viewers to the idea that ghosts and iron do not get along. but that fact also makes it super notable what they omitted from the scene: that is, any sort of reaction from edwin. in the scene thats meant to establish that iron hurts them. not to mention, edwin's otherwise meticulous, yet fully owns up to handling the iron recklessly. and we know that contact with iron sucks, because charles has a fucking awful time with it in the last episode of the season. its a lovely bit of character work on par with edwin's reaction to the dolls in the lighthouse episode. why would edwin be bothered by an iron burn when he spent seven decades being tortured?

edwins relationship with pain is also excellently contrasted, in turn, by his relationship to his sense of discomfort, emotional or physical. with the exception of esther's chair in episode 8, he doesn't really seem worried about or bothered by pain. on the other hand. this boy fucking hates being uncomfortable. an emotional conversation that hes not prepared for? hes going to stomach it but hes gonna look nauseous the whole time. he doesnt like being touched. one (1) person starts flirting with his only friend? hes miserable and not nice about it.

this boy has So Many Problems and im kind of obsessed with it

[citruscloudsandmoon]

L being affectionate to Misa Amane