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Steve spends the summer after they defeat Vecna teaching El how to make noise
It starts one day in his kitchen, when she catches him whistling. Brows furrowed as she tries to copy him, she asks him how to do it. For a minute, Steve is surprised; what kid doesn't know how to whistle? And then he remembers - El hadn't gotten to have a childhood. Not really. He thinks about all the normal kid stuff she was denied, and his chest aches just a little. He forgets whatever he'd been doing and spends the whole afternoon teaching her how to whistle
Once she has a pretty good grasp on whistling, he asks if she wants to learn how to do it really loud, and teaches her how to whistle with her fingers
Showing her how to snap her fingers is easy, and after she masters that, he shows her how to make a popping noise with her fingers tucked under her chin
He spends one afternoon showing her how to make a hooting noise with her cupped hands, and another how to whistle with two blades of grass. Sometimes he'll find something the other kids in the party don't know how to do, either, and he'll gladly show them, if they'll listen long enough
He draws on every little trick he'd learned growing up, from his friends, from summer camp, from his time in the Scouts. He learns that El has never gotten to play a kazoo, so he makes her one with wax paper and a comb, the way his grandad had shown him so many summers ago, and lets her go to town
By the end of summer, Hopper is ready to murder Steve - except El looks so happy, so pleased with herself, making popping noises with her lips, snapping her fingers, giggling as Jonathan and Will try and fail to copy the bird call Steve showed her. For that smile on her face, Hopper guesses he can put up with it
(He gets his revenge by teaching El how to whistle the Andy Griffith theme song and unleashing her on Steve. It takes a week for Steve to get the tune out of his head)
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Saw a few SolRuin arts yesterday and went: "Oh hey! I remember a prompt I wrote for SolRuin a week ago! I wonder what it is—" I was immediately thrown angst.
Yk, I was hoping to do SAMS art to escape EAPS angst, but nooo that just never happens, does it (T⌓T) (this would take place in "GOODBYE Solar in VRChat")
New Ruin design because I want him to have four eyes (and arms) like Solar and Eclipse do :D! He is, after all, an Eclipse.
The whole backstory for this prompt was: Ruin will always love his Monty and never anyone else, yet he will choose to date an obviously lovestruck Solar just to get the family's trust... not hesitating to break it once his plan is at its final stage.
#the sun and moon show#sun and moon show#tsams#sams#tsams solar#tsams ruin#sams solar#sams ruin#lunar and earth show#tlaes#laes#tlaes solar#laes solar#eclipse and puppet show#teaps#eaps#teaps ruin#eaps ruin#tsams fanart#sams fanart#ruin x solar#solar x ruin#solruin#hint of theatregolf#speaking of prompts i wrote...#i should probably do some of those since i have too much#anyway#ruin's new design has eye makeup now :D! and his hat has design now too#also first time i drew mouths so detailed since theyre usually just teeth :O!
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I read ur tags HAND OVER UR DAYDREAMS MOMO!!!!!
GIVE HIM TO US!! (Please if u do not mind)
WELL YES OF COURSE DEAR BUTTONS!!! (i had a lot of fun but i'm still scared you won't like it oh Gods)
HERE YOU GO, I LOVE YOUR AUS SO SO MUCH!!! 😭💞 (I headcannoned so hard i'm crying, i love you Daydream)






ALSO, BABY NEXUS!!!!!




(Idk if Baby Nex can actually walk but the situation in my Head was so funny i had to draw it 🥺)
#Idk why tf i wrote Cactrinella?? it was supposed to be Cactalinna 😭😭😭 ???#Daydream doing all type of things to help Nexus i'm sobbing#wanted to draw him cooking too but i didn't know what food so i gave up😔#on the fourth Nexus was probably going to spiral and flip out but he stopped....... is that okay?#and on the last one of Daydream he's building a forth!! for Nexus to relax!! and/or both of them#he put lights and pillows and plushys and glowy star thingies for the wall#😭 i'm crying#btw i love his outfit cuz he looks so fairy to me i love him#AND BABY NEXUS!!!!!!#DS and Sun having beef lmao#they give such divorced parents vibes i'm dying JAJAJKASBKAHDJD#my art#chi's art#boony's art#tsams au#socksandbuttons#fanart#the sun and moon show#tsams nexus#tsams solar's sun#tsams daydream#tsams Dark Sun#tsams Sun#baby nexus au#tsams baby nexus au#does the Daydream and Nexus au have a name? 🤔 i need to check.....#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AAAAAAAA#I'M SO NEVROUS#I'M TREMBLINH#UR ART AND AUS GIVE ME LIFE SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING ALEX!!!
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NEW TSAMS AU IDEA: Nexus point!
In this au, when Sun was forced to kill Nexus, Nexus didn't die. He was banished to another dimension that's all dark and apocalyptic. Think Fallout mixed with Half-life with a dash of Last of us. Nexus is stuck in this forsakened universe and discovers not only is he trapped here, but his powers no longer work here for some reason. Nexus wanders for a while trying to survive this world's horrifying creatures only to discover another version of Solar who doesn't recognize him. This Solar takes Nexus in and introduces him to the others, turns out this dimension is sort of a place for the lost of the multiverse.
Dimensional nomads of sorts.
They all either lost their worlds and weren't dusted like Solar for some reason, got lost in the multiverse, or got banished from their dimension.
So, now, Nexus, with really no other choice, decides to stick it out here till he can find a way to get out of here or get his powers back and maybe he'll redeem himself along the way.... or become worse... who knows? 🤷♂️
It could have all sorts of crazy variants of the shows characters, A BloodEarth (An Earth who has a whole jekyll/Hyde thing going on), A good guy BloodMoon, A Monty who became the new Astral of destruction, A Freddy who was raised by his mom instead of Golden Freddy and who knows who else? The choice is yours!
Let me know what you guys think of this au? I like it.
Might make a comic about this.
#sun and moon show#tsams#lunar and earth show#laes#tsams au#tsams au: nexus point#nexus point tsams au#tsams nexus#tsams new moon#tsams new moon/nexus#nexus redemption arc???#BloodEarth#Astral!Monty#Good guy!BloodMoon#Puppet raised!FreddyFazbear#tsams Solar#Nexus is Gordon freeman#Or Joel#Solar is Tommy (Last of Us)#Nexus is Gordon Freeman Solar is Tommy <- What does this even mean? 🤷♂️ But I wrote it! 😃#A BloodEarth and Astral!Monty sound so cool!#I need fanart of that#Nexus: To gaslight or not to gaslight? That is the question.
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Thing I wrote :3
(I forgot to write this a LONG time ago. This is based off when Jack comes back to the family!! MY AU, BTW!!!)
Ruin: *washing dishes (he offered to do them for Sun)*
Jack: *walks into the kitchen.* Oh! Hey Ruin.
Ruin: Hey Jack!! How are you?
Jack: I’m good…
Ruin: *humming to himself.*
Jack: …Say…I’ve been meaning to ask…
Ruin: Hmm? Yes, dear?
Jack: …Did you and dad…tell Aurora about me when I was gone?
Ruin: …Well, Solar didn’t. It hurt him too much to tell you to your sister at the time.
Jack: Oh…
Ruin: But. I used to tell certain stories about a certain pumpkin animatronic to Aurora. Just so she could know who you are.
Jack: …What kind stories?
Ruin: Well, silly ones. She saw you as a hero. Even if she didn’t know your name at the time.
Jack: …
Ruin: Is that all sweetheart, or-
Jack then hugs Ruin, quickly letting go and running away.
Jack: LOVE YOU MAMA RUIN!!! *Jack then runs up the stairs.*
Ruin: …
Solar: *shortly walks into the kitchen.* Hmm? What was that about?
Ruin: *happy crying.*
Solar: Ru? Are you okay?
Ruin: HE CALLED ME “mama”, WAHHHH-
Solar: *chuckles.* Aw. *hugs Ruin.*
Ruin: *he’s ugly crying, in a happy way though.*
#love you all#sun and moon show#lunar and earth show#eclipse and puppet show#tsams au#tsams ruin#tsams solar#tsams jack#tsams oc#Solar x ruin fanchild#solar x ruin#ruin x solar#mechanical shark#solruin#comfort#yippie :3#small writer#lil thing i wrote
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Impulse thinks he might've started seeing things early this time.
It happens at least once a season at this rate, so it's not really a surprise on that side of things. And it's not as bad as the boogeyman clock-ticking he's heard twice now, so, he'll take it, just... it hasn't even been a full session yet?
He'd like to say it started when he ended up tag-teaming with Gem and Scott, but the truth is, that's not quite it. It started when he got his task and ended up in the cherry grove up there, and that little part of him he knows is basically a ghost detector went this task isn't so bad -- maybe people will actually trust me this time! There's never been a bad guy who built with cherrywood, right?
Really weird thing for a ghost detector sense to say. But then Gem and Scott caught up, and they sort of just fell into a natural alliance, and yeah -- Impulse looks at their location-in-progress and thinks we're gonna be the good guys this season, and for a split second feels this headache.
Then it's gone.
It happens again when Skizz visits, which is probably part of a task, but all Impulse knows is... he walks up to Skizz while he's saying "I've been that guy, that all I do is tell the truth, and I'm a loyal sword -- I think I might be the guy that just wants to lie to everybody and just be a jerk!"
Knee-jerk response: "Nah. Don't love that idea. Hate it."
Internal ghost-detector response: I mean, who says those things are mutually exclusive?
Impulse has to stop himself from whipping around fully at the voice, which sounds almost like Scott, except Scott isn't behind them right now -- just Jimmy, and past that the cherrywood trees. He thinks for a second there might be a flash of red among all those pink blossoms. He shrugs it off as Grian skulking around, even though he knows Grian doesn't have pink hair.
A few minutes later, he knows it definitely wasn't Scott, because the guy shows up to immediately point out a zombie villager appearing on the mountain -- there's a librarian, right there, aggroed more or less directly on him. They scramble to get it in a boat and cover its head. Some part of him suggests they should bury it underground, just in case. They only need one more.
Next sighting is a bit more difficult to ignore, mainly because Impulse knows when he's being made fun of, and when a goat smacks him while he's trying to wrangle it into a boat, he catches sight of someone with long blonde hair cackling like a maniac about it from the other side of the border wall, and before he can do anything more than think huh, how'd False get past the border? they're gone.
False is not in this season. He tries his best to put that behind him and inform his teammates of the real issue, which is:
"YOU SAID THAT GOATS WERE NOT A PROBLEM," Impulse yells, trying to pretend the panic is about the loss of a half heart. "I JUST GOT GOATED." He can see the campfire Gem and Scott set up over their shoulders. Someone wearing red is sitting at one of the seats. Impulse resolutely ignores the fact that he hasn't seen Grian at all so far.
That's it for the ghosts for a while, enough to lull him into a false sense of security. Maybe it is just Grian sneaking around. (Maybe the guy in a red poncho he sees in the distance in the badlands Scar has based just outside of is just Grian reliving his glory days.)
"By the way, this is Traitor Scar's!" Scar says brightly.
You think his partner's Grian again? a voice says wryly. It's not either of their voices. It's not the voice of anyone Impulse even knows, for that matter. It sounds like it came from over by the badlands.
"Trader Scar's," Impulse repeats, realizing he's misheard what Scar actually said.
Eh, the voice says. Like recognizes like.
#secret life#secret life smp#impulsesv#i have gone certifiably off the shits in case anyone was wondering#yall 3l impulse and d1 legundo have STUFF in common#source dude TRUST me#trafficseries#slsmp#secret life spoilers //#i think normally i wouldn't maintag this but i wrote this FOR the besties that see the cinematic parallels so#deceit smp#deceit#yt#txt#orig#solar scrawls#solar scraps
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This ep is a win for me Blood Solar real
#obviously my au is less dark the cravings are controllable#and I wrote it as just the blood code vs BMs personality#but I’m happy and I hope to see other ppl play with the concept#sun and moon show#tsams#blood solar#sams solar#sams spoilers
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gojo satoru is a book character from your favorite series set in ancient times that accidentally ended up in your (very modern) world, he discovers electricity for the first time and becomes an ipad kid (289-ish words)
"so what does this one do?"
"that's a remote. it controls the television and helps you switch before channels" you explain patiently, watching him furrow his eyebrows
"your world doesn't even have sorcery or magic, how you come up with this stuff is unbelievable" he says, mildly impressed "how do these even work anyway??"
silence.
".......you don't know do you" gojo snickers at your embarrassment as you try to come up with an excuse, and smirks when you give up
"if you wanna know so bad I'll just pull up a YouTube video for you and it'll explain everything"
gojo raises an eyebrow at you, and shrugs "pull it up then"
you're awoken at 4:30 am when gojo starts rapidly shaking you "gojo fucking satoru it is" — you look at the digital clock on your bedside table — "half past four in the morning what the fuck do you want"
he stares at you unblinking "I watched all the videos I can find about electricity. show me the history of this entire world next"
"......what?"
"also you should be nicer to me! just because I'm not from this world and barely have my powers anymore doesn't mean I can't kill you"
"I'm getting a priest I can't do this shit anymore" you get up reluctantly and grumble, holding out your hand in the air as gojo states at it confusedly
"why are you giving me your hand"
"give me my damn iPad back so I can type it"
"oh!" he perks up and watches in excitement as you type out the words to spell 'History of the Entire World' in YouTube, purposely picking the longest one
"now don't make a peep and let me sleep"
"yes ma'am!"
#THIS IS SMTH I WROTE IN LIKE 15 MINUTES BUT I WANNA TURN IT INTO A MINI SERIES#gojo satoru.... blushes#solar writings.#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#if someone says i did the time wrong I'll send bombs to their house
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So "Uptown Girl" released in 1983, and I feel like Steve would have sung it to Nancy sometimes, and she would humor him, because it was sweet, and he actually sounded pretty good when he wasn't doing it just to be goofy
Fast forward a few years, Eddie and Steve are dating, and they're sitting on the couch at Eddie's place one evening, comfortably high, Eddie noodling around on his acoustic and Steve just kinda vibing. And Eddie knows Steve likes Billy Joel, so he starts up with the tune of the first one he can think of: "Uptown Girl." And suddenly Steve's mouth is dropping open like he's just had some great realization
Eddie: What is it?
Steve, in a hushed voice: I'm the uptown girl
Eddie laughs so hard he falls off the couch
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#past stancy#stranger things#would Steve actually like Billy Joel? I guess I couldn't say for sure#but I do know that The Stranger is a very Steve song#eddiesteve#solar wrote
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What my brother would name TSAMS characters (he has never seen TSAMS)
Sun- Scary for no reason
Moon- Me
Earth- Ms Planet
Lunar- Hatsune Miku
Eclipse- Cheeeeeese dust
Solar- ‘I’m not like other girls’
Gemini- Caveman Chest
KC- Momo
Bloodmoon- Santa x Satan
Solar Flare- I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE
Ruin- Sleepy Boy (btw ew British)
Jack O Moon- Dirt Ball
#sun and moon show#sams#fnaf sun#fnaf eclipse#fnaf lunar#fnaf moon#fnaf solar flare#fnaf solar#fnaf ruin eclipse#fnaf bloodmoon#fnaf earth#fnaf jack o moon#fnaf gemini#I don’t understand my brother#He did all of the naming#And he wrote ‘ew British’ after I told him that Ruin was British
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bare your teeth, blunt as they may be
Pairing: F!Detective/F!Li-Sar and F!Detective/Adam du Mortain | Word Count: 5,5k
Warnings: Angst, Lots of sexual tension and descriptions of violence (but those are pretty tame, nothing graphic)
Also on a03!
Authors Note: I am done at last! I rewrote and edited this thing so much, I just had to stop at some point. I haven't settled on how Li-Sar looks so there isn't a whole lot of detailed description on her appearance (or her outfit; I'm so sorry but I cannot write her in what she's wearing in the books and I couldn't decide on another one for her), but Zuri is still pretty descriptive of her if I do say so myself.
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The forest floor tastes like ash. Dry against her cheek, dry as her throat. She lands face first on the cracks of a former cage.
Zuri coughs, palms against the barren forest floor, arms shaking as she pushes herself up. Only her upper body makes it off the ground. She can't muffle the groan that escapes her lips. There's too much aching. In her limbs from blocking attacks, in her torso for taking one too many. Her knuckles, the side of her face, bruised. Her bottom lip, stinging, probably busted. Blood trickles down her chin and leaves a tangy taste in her mouth. She blinks and blinks and blinks the blurry vision away.
The hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. The air is tinged with her magic - the same magic buzzing through her and flaring out of her in sparks. She's getting closer.
“Have I truly hurt you so, mortal?” She coos, her voice silky smooth from behind her. Zuri scrambles forward, trying to move her legs despite them feeling as heavy as cinder blocks. Li-Sar's tone shifts to something sharp with the promise of violence as she continues, “or is there another pathetic human being I need to rid this world of for you?”
Zuri slowly turns her head, eyes trailing up the length of her body before meeting her gaze and whimpering. Let her think it's over. Let her think she's done fighting-
Then kick.
Her foot strikes her in the calf. Li-Sar grunts, leg buckling slightly only because of how often she's been kicked there. She locks her foot around her ankle and the same leg crumbles to the ground. Dirt flies into the air when Li-Sar's forearms meet the floor. She manages to hold her weight on one arm long enough to reach for her gun. Aims it at her and-
“Come now.”
A hand hits her wrist, bats it away. It flies out of reach, accompanied by a dry laugh that's soon muffled by the ringing of a stray gunshot. It's hard enough to put Zuri on her back.
Li-Sar's head is framed with trees from her position above her. She's straddling her, thighs on either side of her, an arm pressing tight against her neck while the other wrestles away the hand reaching and clawing for her face. It's eventually pinned to the ground.
The ringing in her ears and hard landing disorients her enough for any move she makes to be sloppy, but not enough to drown out her next words. “You know that won't work on me.”
Her clothes cling to her body, crackling with static and suddenly she's off the ground. In the air. The world spins. Her back slams against something rough and flaky - a tree - and she wheezes in Li-Sar's grasp.
She shakes her head and tuts as she looks over her. She loosens her grip on her blazer, moving one hand up to Zuri's face, cupping her jaw and moving her head this way and that in inspection. Zuri feels more than hears herself protesting, her lip stinging as she says…something and squeezes her eyes shut so she doesn't have to watch her surroundings spin and droop in front of her.
Another coo. A thumb rubbing against her chin, blood smearing against her skin, het voice clear as the ringing fades away. “This isn't quite the mess I wanted to make of you, meor'dal.”
Zuri tries to focus on her breathing, ragged as it is, and opens her eyes to watch the trees that aren't obscured by the curls of her hair slowly come to a standstill. Anything but the sound of her voice or the feeling of her fingers on her skin. The way both imbed themselves into her mind.
“Listen, Li-Sar,” she rasps.
“Oh, my name sounds so sweet on your lips. Talk to me, I will listen to every word.” She brings her thumb to her mouth and sucks gently, her eyes flashing a bright white as she licks the blood off.
Her throat is still dry as she swallows and heat gathers in her cheeks. Why must she be so- God, this is ridiculous.
“You-” Zuri stammers, shying away from her gaze with an ahem before continuing. “It was stupid of them to come here and think they could take you on. Trappers are notorious for getting in over their heads.”
“So that's what those humans are? Trappers?” She scoffs. “A name fitting for those who foolishly throw themselves into a trap.”
“Right,” she meets her eyes again, watching carefully for a change in demeanour. She may not know what they're called, but she knew enough to draw them to her. Easy targets.
“We just came to get them away from here, take them in and figure out a motive.”
She wants to believe that they didn't intend to actually try and capture her - a being so powerful that her prison was interdimensional purgatory. She really does. But maybe years of eating dirt while fighting agents made them lose brain cells. That, or whoever orders them around found out about Sin and got cocky, thinking that they too could have a powerful, centuries old supernatural do their bidding. Whatever it is, it's ridiculous. So much so that the Agency sent her and the rest of Unit Bravo here to protect them from her - neutralise them and prevent as many deaths as possible.
Mostly so they don't have to play clean up. At least, that's what Morgan thinks.
They arrived while the Trappers were still alive and breathing and following hare-brained orders. They were standing around Li-Sar in a loose circle; she was watching them with a smirk and playing with the electricity dancing around her fingers. Probably pleased that her practice dummies delivered themselves to her. They started advancing slowly - at least they had enough brain cells to be afraid - and all she did in response was chuckle. The calm before the storm. She could and would wipe them out in seconds.
Zuri entered the scene with her hands raised. The powers had settled enough for them to not instantly open fire on people, especially when she remains calm. So with deep, calculated breaths, she used them to appear placating and harmless as she talked Li-Sar out of engaging them.
They aren't worth it, they wouldn't even be able to put up a good fight.
What do you suggest I do then, mortal?
Let me and my friends handle them. We'll get them out of your hair. It'll be more entertaining if nothing else. You could also catch a glimpse of that potential you're so interested in.
You and the vampiir in the shadows are…friends? You are full of surprises, aren't you? Fine then. Show me what you can do.
With a bright flash, she disappeared.
With her gone and the sun having sunk behind the trees, Unit Bravo was as strong as they could be while having Zuri in the vicinity. She may not be the sun or a centuries old deity, but the solar powers inside her were enough to prevent them from functioning at full strength. Not that it would be needed against a bunch of flighty, spooked Trappers.
It was a quick fight. Mission accomplished. It ultimately went well. Until it didn't.
One of them got up and tried to swing at her from behind. She saw the man in her periphery, lowered herself into a defensive stance. There wasn't enough time to dodge, but she could take him.
But not faster than Adam rushed forward to tackle him.
But he wasn't faster than Li-Sar, who appeared out of thin air and struck him down with a bolt of lightning.
He died on impact. Burnt to a crisp.
She missed Adam by a hair.
The air was heavy with tension and fear. Magic and blood. And she choked on it, too thick in her lungs as she gasped.
He could've been killed too.
It didn't take much to convince the vampires to stay back and for Li-Sar to join her somewhere more private - maybe even nostalgic for her - but she knows they aren't far. After what happened during their first encounter, they weren't going to leave the two of them alone for long.
She needs to be quick.
“But we can't exactly question someone who isn't alive,” she can still feel his blood on her side, can hear how it splattered against bark and damp grass. The way his body fell to the ground, joining the others that were groaning on the ground with a stillness that only comes after a heart stops beating.
Her own hammered in her chest.
“...why?” She asks, quietly, hoping for a good reason, knowing she won't get one.
“Why?” Li-Sar stares her down with a raised brow as if the question couldn't be more ridiculous. Like questioning her at all was even more so.
Louder this time, with anger rumbling beneath a layer of fear and frustration. “After thousands of years, you're free. And the first thing you want to do is kill some random group of humans!? Why?”
“They led themselves to their deathbeds the moment they thought they could have any control over me,” she snarls, the stare souring into a glare. “They are worth less than the dirt beneath our feet. Pests, at best. And I will not let a pest touch what is mine.”
Her jaw clenches, blood boiling, sparks flying off her fingers. God, she can't take anymore of this. Of people staking claim of her, believing she'll bend to their will or will be their tool to use for whatever they want to gain. Something ugly and destructive stirs within her, all sharp teeth and claws and molten heat, rearing its head after laying low for months and being smothered by fear and sadness.
She returns the glare and digs her nails into her wrists, drawing out a hiss. Electricity flares between them, vibrant streaks of blue where her palms meet her skin.
“And what,” she speaks through clenched teeth, her voice low and hackles raised, “makes you think any part of me is yours.”
Li-Sar's hands glitch out of her grip before she slams her against the tree again. Hard enough for the breath to be knocked out of her lungs. Her body is heavy against hers, forcing her gasps for air to be shallow, her tender ribs screaming as the bark pricks at her back. A hand grabs her wrists and pins them above her head.
“Is the power surging through you not my own? Is our bond not what allows you to wield it?
She doesn't answer. She can't. Nothing she says can change what happened to her. That another supernatural tried to use her, that their will was imposed on her again. That her blood has been the catalyst for all of it. And everyone wants to drain her dry.
Fuck Ostin. And fuck every power-hungry asshole out there.
Zuri stifles a groan and twists and turns. Her legs are useless - heavy, far from the ground and too close to her body for them to put any distance between them. But she has to do something, anything.
Li-Sar tilts her head, watches her fondly and chuckles - now she can both hear it and feel it. Hates that the press of her body - how it reverberates through her, shakes against her - doesn't bother her the way it should. She leans in close, strands of her tickling her cheek as she murmurs, “your anger is endearing, although I don't understand it.”
Her lips brush against her ear and Zuri stills.
“You have seen my power firsthand, as well as how those around you yearn for it. But still, you fight it. As though it isn't a blessing to be my other-heart.”
“I,” she can't bring herself to turn her head away. “I don't know what that's supposed to mean.”
“Hmm. You will, in time,” she hums before pulling away slightly. Just enough for both of them to have a clear view of the other's face. Enough for Zuri to see nothing but her. Knuckles trail along the curve of her cheek and jaw, a pleasant tingle against her skin.
“The people of this world are meaningless to me. Specks of stardust in a vast galaxy. They have nothing to offer me. But you? You have,” she inhales, deeply, breathing her in while her eyes trace her features as though she could get drunk on her and her alone. “You have more than you could ever imagine.”
A shudder runs down Zuri’s spine. A part of her clings onto the anger she has, tries to will it to fuel her actions, but the heat building up inside her isn't from that alone. Some of it comes from having this woman in front of her. Bold, flirty, certain about herself, what she wants, who she wants. Their hearts are pounding against each other through their clothes, through their chests why does she have to be so-
Li-Sar's eyes travel lower, down her neck and collarbone to where their bodies meet. Zuri follows her gaze without thought. A charge of electricity dances back and forth between them, in and around one person and to the next. She isn't sure what it's transferring, but she can hear every breath they take, feel the clouds gathering above them, the ache in her body fading and the endearment Li-Sar felt towards her. The anger she felt when the Trapper tried to attack her. Amusement, disdain, excitement, confusion.
Lust.
“This is but a glimpse of your potential. Of what I can do with and for you. What I can do to you, if you wish it,” she purrs and puts a finger under her chin. The zap that follows feels like a dangerous mix of pleasure and pain, making Zuri shiver and look back up at her. An instruction and a warning.
“Don't you want to discover all you are?”
“I am more than my blood.”
There's conviction in her voice, stained with doubt and desperation. As if it isn't just the world she's trying to convince.
But she is more than that. She has to be. She is more than parts of Rook, more than parts of Rebecca, more than what Murphy did to her.
“But of course.”
“I'm mo-” she blinks, “...I'm sorry, what?”
Another chuckle. She holds her chin between her thumb and index finger. And there's that endearment again.
“Surely you don't think that I chose you over that witch because of your blood?” Li-Sar glances off to the side, her mouth curling in disdain as she sighs. “It is powerful, no doubt. An untapped part of your essence that freed me. But there have been many blood sacrifices - that alone is not enough for someone to share in my power.”
Blood sacrifices? Plural? A strange, specific set of words. Ostin did seem almost reverent when he first saw Li-Sar, seemed to loathe the idea of her being imprisoned. They're practically a deity, so having people worship her isn't far fetched. A cult following wouldn't be either. But Zuri only heard about here recently. Outside of how she handled her arrival and Ostin’s temper tantrum, she hasn't exactly done anything that would be of interest to…a God?
She purses her lips. Li-Sar watches her with half-lidded eyes, amused, as though she can hear the dogs turning in her brain. Her focus shifts down to her lips. Zuri pretends not to see it.
“I wonder what I've done that makes me- makes this different, then.”
“It's not just what you've done but what you would do, if you had the chance. I can see it in your eyes, something ferocious but restrained like-” she rolls her lips together and shakes her head, muttering something in Echolian.
“This English language is inept at describing this. But in all my years, I rarely happened upon someone who has this. But here you are. You, and a woman who calls herself the leader of Rogue Supernaturals.”
Oh shit. Her stomach drops.
“She's spoken to you already? How did she contact you? Did she-”
“Oh hush, there is nothing of importance there,” amusement seeps into her voice as she scoffs. “Nothing to panic over nor be jealous of. She lacks your restraint. It makes her nowhere near as tempting. It is adorable watching your control slip, mortal.”
Dammit. What is with her? Since when can someone she's just met make her fumble like this. Where the hell is her subtlety?
She can't even blame the fight. Li-Sar seems to have healed her wounds again.
God, get it together.
“Your floundering is endearing as well. Almost every part of you is. No need to be embarrassed.”
“I'm not-”
“She wanted to be what you are,” she interrupts and Zuri strains to hold her tongue. “My she’loe-chae'lis, my other-heart, my chosen. And perhaps she would be, if I had not met you first.”
Zuri keeps her eyes trained on her, white-blue against dark brown. Something creeps into her, something like disappointment and the anxiety of something being in jeopardy. Nothing important. Focus. Their blood had mixed when she gave her these powers. Can they be taken away? Could whatever it is that tether them to each other be severed? Would she give it to the Rogue's leader if it could be?
Li-Sar's eyes don't give away a thing. She just watches with what seems like endless patience, like watching the cogs turn is entertaining. Zuri doesn't think she can get any answers that she isn't already willing to share - nothing that really means something to her. Especially now, when she's holding onto anger so tightly that it chaffs and she's still caught in the tension simmering between them.
“You think too much,” she says, cooing again before leaning in close enough for their foreheads to touch. “Don't you see, meor'dal? The humans want to control me and the supernaturals of this world want to be my chosen. But all I want is you.”
Her breath hitches. The anger slips. All that's left is the heat thruming through her and pooling in her abdomen, the nerves fluttering in her stomach, her breath fanning her face, how thin their clothes feel, how they shouldn't be there-
God, it's all she's wanted for as long as she can remember. For someone to want her. To choose her over everything. Over work, over rationale or fear, over something or someone more convenient. To see something in her that's worth staying for, even if they can barely reach it. She almost can, just a few inches shy of reaching in and grazing that all too sensitive spot nestled inside her.
“All I want,” her voice is close to a whisper as she cups her face, “is you, and the world we can shape together.”
But at what cost?
Just…keep it together.
A shaky exhale is all that comes out for a while. A pause. Then eyebrows furrow as she frowns like she might just sob. Zuri shakes her head a bit before resting the back of her head against the tree - she didn't even realise it had moved - and peers up at the sky. The moon peeks out from behind dark red clouds.
She can't just take her at her word. Who knows if this is what she wants and not what she knows makes her weak, feeds some twisted part of her that wants someone to be willing to burn down the world for her.
“I,” the words die in her throat when she meets her gaze again, sees the depthless, unbridled need inside of them… she almost doesn't want to say it but…
She slams her eyes shut and shakes her head again. “No, no, I- I don't want the world.”
“Then what?” Frustration makes the charge between them tremble. Fingers grasp the side of her face in an attempt to make her look at her, as if she'll claw the answer out of her if that's what it takes to have her at her side. Zuri’s eyes open and Li-Sar's face twists. Something close to desperation meets that frustration.
“What do you desire? What is it you crave that you believe I cannot give to you?” A muscle in her jaw twitches as her lips set into a hard line, nose wrinkled and eyes glowing a bright white. “I am already yours as much as you are mine, so tell me!”
A rumble of thunder accompanies the growl in her voice and goosebumps rise on Zuri’s skin, the fear raking down her spine freezing her in her spot.
That's the problem, isn't it? Li-Sar would do whatever it would take to fulfill her, to gain her favour, to crack her open and free the ugliest parts of her from their restraints. She'd protect her from any and every threat, destroy them in a blink of an eye. If she joins her. If she's willing to bury those she loves alongside the power-hungry and greedy. They're nothing To her, after all. Insignificant little things with nothing to offer her. If Li-Sar is hers as Zuri is hers, what good would anyone else be? What would they be but a threat to their bond?
She doesn't want that. She never will. She'd rather go unwanted for the rest of her life than lose her friends, her family, the community she has here in Wayhaven despite everything. There's no answer she can give that is worth never laughing with Tina and Verda again. Or experiencing the world through fresh eyes with Farah. Watching the sunrise in comfortable silence with Morgan. Exchanging books and anecdotes with Nate.
Being the reason Adam lowers his guard and smiles enough for the dimples to show on his face.
Every moment with them plays in her mind like a movie on fast forward. Slows to the day she left a scar on Adam's arm, one that won't heal. It's permanent. Her throat burns. She can't lose them. She won't. Not while she's alive and breathing. She won't be the reason he's hurt again and no one will carry any scars because of her.
Zuri stares back at Li-Sar. Another rumble, another flash of electricity, a crack of lightning, tension tension tension-
She is unwavering, firm. She won't get the answer she wants. At that, the amalgamation of frustration and anger softens into confusion, then fascination, then…she looks impressed? Begrudgingly, but impressed nonetheless.
“Fine,” she scoffs and glances away, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Keep your secrets while you can. You will speak them freely once you join me.”
She almost slumps in relief, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. This is, what? Their second meeting? Their first full on conversation? And she can toy with her as though she's known her her whole life, push every button, say all the right things. It will never not be weird to be on the receiving end of that.
The air sighs, feeling lighter by the second. But only one type of tension evaporated. The other still lingers, balances on a tightrope.
Li-Sar's gaze flickers between her eyes and her lips, her hand gently cradling her face rather than grasping it tightly. She releases her wrists and Zuri's arms fall to her bare shoulders. Blue currents run down her arms, whirl around Li-Sar's shoulders down to her fingertips. For the first time, she shudders, eyes widening as she continues to watch her with a new intensity.
“...would you grant me this moment?”
Her hushed words hang in the air between them. Zuri blinks up at her. This can't be what she thinks it is. What she hates that she hopes it is.
“...what?”
A thumb caresses her bottom lip, the stinging fading as she does. There's fluttering in her stomach again, warmth in her cheeks, anticipation in her veins.
“I'd like to taste you, if you'd permit me,” a small gasp, and Li-Sar mirrors her, parts her own lips, seconds that feel like minutes pass before she continues. “I will savour however much of you I can have.”
The heat returns with a vengeance at the yearning in her eyes. Oh God. Zuri’s heart might just beat out of her chest. The last kiss she had was both bittersweet and magical and everyday after that has been a test in restraint.
Being alone with Adam was like drowning; his presence is all-encompassing, beautiful, painful, everything it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be easy and fun, her wriggling her way past his walls and getting to see more of him than what the world sees. But he burrowed his way under her skin too and now? Now she's lost her balance, fallen from the edge and things are more complicated than they've ever been. Now she itches to be in his arms again, to run her fingers through the short strands of his hair, to feel his hand on her face and his lips on hers. She finds herself on the verge of begging and pleading for him to share that moment with her.
Just one more kiss, even if he won't have her. Even if they keep dancing around what they have. Even if it's better that way.
And here she is, with an all powerful being who is bold and beautiful and dangerous and wants her. Who isn't afraid of what it could mean or how it could end. She wants her. She could kill her for daring to deny her. But instead she asks for a kiss. Just one kiss, even if she can't have her the way she wants to.
Zuri wraps an arm around her neck and draws her in before she can think. She doesn't want to think - to resist - anymore. She wants it messy and desperate and electric.
Li-Sar chuckles and puts her free hand against the tree, crowding her but preventing her from pulling her any closer. “You will have to use your words. That shouldn't be difficult with that silver tongue of yours.”
She can't say it out loud, it's messed up and embarrassing and-
“May I taste you?”
Her eyebrows furrow, she's holding her breath, her head moves up and down before she can think-
Yesyesyesyes-
“...yeah,” it's shaky when it comes out, mixed with a heavy breath. “Yes…please.”
Li-Sar's eyes flash again, the hand on her cheek sits more securely while the other slowly moves to her waist. She stares at her with wonder and… concern. Their foreheads touch and one of Zuri’s hands leaves her shoulder to brush her hair out of her face. She needs to look at her.
“You have been hurt, haven't you, meor'dal?” She leans in closer, dips her head until the tips of their noses brush, her voice soft but firm. “I promise you this. That ache in your heart? That is something you will never have to bear again. Not when you are with me.”
Zuri is warm all over from the heat inside and against her body. Her hair is soft between her fingers, her scent is dizzying, her breath fans against her face and she is so beautiful. She's beautiful, she's dangerous, she wants her, she isn't him. The light, barely there touch of her lips makes sparks course through her, through her fingers, slice through her thoughts until all that's left are fragments yes, please, I want, need this, kiss me, kiss me, please-
“Zuri?”
Eyes snap open. A hand covers her mouth. Her own shift to her shoulders, balled into fists, pushing her away. The bark pokes at her back and the back of her head.
She doesn't need to glance to the side to see who's there. She'd know that voice anywhere. She looks anyway.
Adam.
Shit.
The rest of Unit Bravo come up from behind him, standing at a distance. Stiff like they all want to run towards her and get Li-Sar as far away from her as possible.
Li-Sar is doing the same.
Her hair stands on end as she stares at them, the static so overwhelming it crackles and pops and stings. Thunder starts rumbling, low and threatening, the backdrop to this standoff. She doesn't look at Zuri when she speaks, her voice echoing through the forest as she speaks. “Which one of them is it?”
Fear floods in and flushes every feeling away. Shit. She could kill them right where they stand. She pushes the hand on her mouth away, gets a tight hold of her wrist.
“Li-Sar, no. Stop.”
“Tell me.”
Farah watches intently. Morgan growls. Nate puts a hand on Adam’s shoulder. He still shifts closer.
“No,” the panic is clear in the rasp of her voice. “Leave them alone.”
“Who-”
“Stop!”
Her voice booms. There's a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning. The vampires cover their ears. Zuri’s hand zips forward, clutches Li-Sar's jaw, forcing her head to turn towards her. Away from them. Something surges through her, mixing with the fear, amplifying the anger and the ugly little thing inside her that gnaws at its cage. She won't watch them be hurt again. Not by either of them. Her fingers dig into her face again, another hiss as her nails pierce her skin. Her mind races with thoughts and images of every way she could stop Li-Sar, each one gorier than the next.
It would be the last thing she lets either of them do.
“You stay away from him,” her voice is as cutting and as loud as the thunder, “from all of them. If you even look in their direction again, you'll lose any chance you had of me being your she’loe-chae'lis.”
She says the word like her Echolian has been fully honed.
Li-Sar stares at her, her face still scrunched in anger, her eyes bright but inspecting. Curious. Piercing like she might call her bluff that there's any chance at all. They dim, and familiar fascination slips through. That, and an impressed smirk.
“As you wish,” she steps away a few seconds after Zuri lets go of her jaw, keeping her eyes on her as she backs away.
She stops at the trees opposite her, places a hand on one, making sure to turn her body away from Unit Bravo when she does.
“Until we next meet, Zuri,” her name echoes before she vanishes in a flash of lightning with a loud crack.
The tree has been split in too, leaves burnt to ash, branches black and smoking.
A warning of what she can do. What she could've done.
Zuri’s feet touch the ground for the first time in ages and her legs buckle.
“Zuri, are you harmed? Are you-”
“Give her a moment, Adam.”
Nate puts a hand on his shoulder again. The four of them get as close as they can while staying out of reach. She looks back at them, leaning back against the tree, panting with a wry smile. They're okay. They're all okay. “A moment would be appreciated.”
“Woah. Your eyes,” Farah stares at her in awe. “Your hair, your voice! Holy shit. Those powers are getting stronger by the day.”
Inhale. Exhale.
“You say that like it's a good thing.”
“It's not a good thing or a bad thing,” she shrugs, “just…a thing. I think.”
Inhale. Exhale.
“When were you gonna tell us that stuff would make your voice that loud?” Morgan joins in, crossing her arms and inspecting her with a concerned frown.
Zuri let's out a short, breathless laugh. “Oh trust me, I would've told you the moment I found out.”
“We do trust you.”
She shakes her head and gives them a weak smile. They're only talking because they know the silence would be worse for her. That noise, no matter how soft, helps her breathe easier.
Inhale. Exhale.
She vaguely feels her earrings lower to their usual position, dangling from her ears. Her clothes loosening around her, back to hugging her figure instead of squeezing it. The magic inside her feels less like a waterfall and more like a small stream, contained and not sparking outward.
It's Nate who speaks next. “How are you feeling, Zee?”
Soothed. Embarrassed. Exhausted. Relieved. Too many things to describe in depth. But she knows one thing.
“You're all okay. You're alright, so I'm good. Tired, but good.”
She straightens up and takes a step towards them. Or really, stumbles towards them. Adam catches her by the elbow and puts a hand on her back. She looks up at him with furrowed brows before looking down at his arm, shying away from his touch. The scar is still there. She hurt him one way and almost hurt him in another.
She almost kissed her.
“Wait, Adam I…”
“It is as you said. We are all alright,” she looks up again and finds him smiling softly. ��I am all right.”
Guilt coils inside her chest.
“Let us go home,” he adds softly.
Zuri stares at the split tree, rolling her lips together at the sight. At the images that come with it. The part of her that already misses her and part that wants her gone in a way that's more permanent than a magically powered cell. She nods, leans into him despite how wrong she feels for doing it, and he leads her away.
She needs to just… get away from here.
#twc#twc fic#twc detective#twc li-sar#a du mortain#adam du mortain#li-sar x detective#adam du mortain x detective#oc: zuri jackson#zuri x adam#zuri x li-sar#i did what i could with what i had#especially when it came to the solar powers lmao they might be giving more storm powers but hey#i tried#what's most important here is the TOXIC YURI#and zuri's mind being a little unhinged#i think about the option in book one that lets the detective say 'is losing morals part of basic training at the agency?' and laugh#because shit dude look at your thoughts - it just might be lmaooo#i also forgot to mention that this is basically the start of a love triangle with the way i wrote it#my writing
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god we just
#julien baker#this little guy wrote distant solar systems?#this little guy bagged lucy dacus?#i actually am in love with this little guy
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Black holes and stars
I used to be scared of black holes,
the mere thought of them would send my child self to cower under the covers in fear,
as if a black hole would suddenly show up and swallow me,
as if my blankets would protect me.
Then I met you,
I looked at you as if you were a star and I had been pulled into your orbit,
I was blinded by your brightness,
I centered my whole life around you,
we stayed up late talking about black holes and stars and planets,
and I thought "I love you",
that night I hid under my covers and giggled until my face turned red.
I realized too late that you were a black hole,
you sucked me in and I went happily,
my friend's tried to warn me, to pull me out,
but it was too late, not even light escapes a black hole,
you slowly took everything from me,
my light, my joy, my life,
and I didn't realize it was happening,
still foolish enough to think you were a star.
As a kid I feared black holes,
I had no idea falling into one would feel so lovely.
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Writing this because Aurora GENUINELY NEEDS a hug AND I NEED TO GIVE THE MECHANICAL SHARK FAMILY COMFORT!!
(Yeah, a long one, SORRY!!!)
Aurora awoken to a strange sound in the living room. She walks down the stairs, still in her pajamas. She yawns. The clock read 3:20 am, meaning it was still dark outside.
“Hello? Is anybody here??” Aurora asked, rubbing her eyes. She couldn’t see anything, and her rays aren’t working correctly. Some shuffling could be heard from the couch. Aurora, being the small little child she is, immediately gets scared of the sound. She runs to the light switch, flipping it on.
“AHH! Dear, you could’ve warned me first before turning on the lights! My fragile eyes!!”
That voice…it was Ruin’s. Aurora thought she was hallucinating again, till she heard the voice again.
“Heh…not exactly how I wanted to come back, but still.”
Aurora turns around. It actually was Ruin. He was a little scuffed up, but okay nonetheless.
“Hello Aurora. It’s nice to see you again…”Ruin responded, smiling weakly.
Aurora paused, just standing still.
Ruin sighs. “I know this isn’t the BEST way to say hi again…considering it’s late, but-“
Before Ruin could even finish his sentence, Aurora ran up to him and immediately hugged his leg.
“P-PAPA!! YOU’RE BACK!! P-papa…” Aurora cried into his leg, shaking. Ruin pauses. He smiles and kneels down to Aurora’s level.
“Yes…I’m here, dear…I’m here…” Ruin ends up pausing once more, realizing he can still she the wound on Aurora’s faceplate. The wound Rusty caused…
How Ruin couldn’t stop him…
How it took SO LONG to finally be able to see his family again…
“Papa? Papa??” Ruin snapped out of it once he heard Aurora.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, just a habit…” Ruin hugs Aurora, keeping her in a tight embrace. Tear were running down both of their faces.
Both Solar and Jack awoke after all the noise. They’re both heavy sleepers, so it took them a while to finally wake up.
Solar sighs. “Aurora, why are awake at this-“ Solar pauses. “RUIN?!?”
“MAMA RUIN!!” Jack immediately yelled, running over to hug him. He did almost knock them both down, but he didn’t, luckily.
“Heh…glad to see you too, pumpkin…”
Solar was just dumbfounded. “But…how-Eclipse and Ballora said you were taken!! I’ve been trying to find you and-“
“Darling.” Ruin interrupted. “Just…come over here.”
Solar was already close to crying at this point as well, so he joined the little group hug.
They were basically like this for a while, till they did eventually fell asleep right there in the living room. It was honestly sweet. At last, they were whole again…
(YIPPEE!!)
#love you all#sun and moon show#eclipse and puppet show#lunar and earth show#tsams au#small writer#olive yaps#olive rambles#writers on tumblr#i wrote this#solar x ruin#ruin x solar#solruin#mechanical shark#tsams solar#eaps ruin#eaps ruru#tsams jack#tsams jack o moon#solar x ruin fanchild#tsams oc#I WROTE THIS ON FUCKING NOTES-
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Favorite angst/comfort thought of driftrod?
Crosses my legs and intertwines my fingers. I’m so glad you asked.
I’m guessing you mean canon so I’ll go with that! I like to imagine Rodimus has body pains due to the whole matrix thing and him being shot by Megatron. Feels like his frame is being ripped apart, you know? I think Drift would help him understand that he’s still alive and whole, whether it’s just talking to him or holding him tight so he feels more put together.
#Driftrod#rodimus prime#transformers#drift#rodimus#solar answers#I also wrote an angst Drabble last night#maybe I’ll post it later or something
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#rolling on the floor#good godddddddd i’m never getting over the fact that yoohan wrote that last world of zero scene together . i never will i never will .#‘‘A conveniently-crafted life a series of adversities created solely to become a tragedy later.’’#yjh had to tell hsy that regressing was his choice . hsy had to tell yjh that posting all those chapters was her choice .#and they both had to write that all down .#In Kim Dokja’s Perspective#ITS CRAZYY ITS CRAZY .#IT DRIVES ME CRAZY .#solar-talks#as you can see i’m being very normal about nic’s world of zero post <- not rbed bc im still typing out my tags
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