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airiat · 9 months

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snippets someday~

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Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from: - Your first chapter - Your favorite chapter - Your most challenging chapter Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

i see u @mareenavee and ur gentle nudge for me to talk about a certain raggedy ol' fic of mine 😏

under the cut for snippets from Lead Me Not into Temptation

First Chapter: Outlander

The ashen air blows dust into my lungs as I step off the ship. Gjalund, the Nord who gave me passage to this island, speaks to me as I start to walk down the dock--something about him hoping I can find out what is going on around here--but I pay him little mind. My foreign surroundings take up far too much of my attention for conversation.

It is early morning, and the rising sun paints the sky a yellow that seems almost unnatural. To the right, I can see a large edifice built with the Imperial architecture of Cyrodiil, but in front of me, further back, is a tiered building constructed of sloping lines that look almost like the shell of an insect. The grounds are coated in grey ash, with a path forged through it to the town. The few trees that stand are dead and snapped in half, or layered in so much ash that they may as well be. Beyond everything and out into the sea, I can see Red Mountain spraying its contents into the sky, unending.

there's not one bit of me convinced i would write this opening in even remotely the same way now--same words, same scene, same attention to detail. no, it'd be very, very different. these days, i stay away from heavy description, focus instead on building a strong atmosphere for the reader to build their own visuals into. you can't make someone see things exactly the way you do. you may as well lean into that and save the words for something more important. still, i think i stand by this opening. it does the job.

Favorite Chapter: 21 - Truth at Any Cost

“C’mere,” I say to him.

Teldryn gets up from his seat hesitantly, some restrained emotion pulled over his face. He comes to stand before me, and I rise to him. My arms are around him before I can even realize what I’m doing, my face buried in the crook of his neck. He relaxes into me, holds me to him, his hand running gently through my hair. I surprise myself; I don’t cry. It’s like he has fortified me, passed his strength on to me.

“You are so much stronger than you know, Fjoara,” he murmurs. “Everything you need you already have.”

I pull back to meet his eyes. “I have you.”

Teldryn exhales, leans forward, his forehead against mine. “You do, indeed.”

His warm breath fanning over my face, his hands steady on my back, his lips, full and soft, a whisper away from my own. The world grows silent as I close my eyes and press my lips against his. When he kisses me back, it’s as if time has returned to when dragons are still nothing but myth and Miraak is only a name eroded by lost memories.

What shape does fear take? I’ve forgotten. All I know now is the vastness of eternity, the moons, and all the stars in the sky. I hold them here in my arms.

now this is what i'm talking about! right here!! this shit slaps! i couldn't have written it any better. i mean i think maybe the dialogue could maybe benefit from a little bit of fiddling with but yeah anyway good fucking shit

Most Challenging Chapter: 17 - To Climb Mountains

The dragon’s flight is weak, dipping and flailing through the air. The end of this battle approaches.

I position myself beneath the dragon and lift my head to the sky, shouting Unrelenting Force with a might like I never thought myself capable of having. My Thu’um pummels against his dying body, knocking him against the harsh, unforgiving stone of Saering’s Watch. As Kaalkriluth crumples to the ground with a groan of agony and a spray of gravel, I sprint towards him and vault up onto the back of his neck. In one smooth motion, I pull Dawnbreaker from its scabbard and plunge the blade into the top of his head, dragging it back to create a deep, mortal wound. In a plume of enchanted fire, the Daedric weapon slides through the skull with little more resistance than a boat’s oar through water.

With my final blow, I can feel the dragon’s life force slacken. While the last bit of his breath shudders out from him, I lean forward onto the pommel of my sword still embedded into his head, closing my eyes in wait of what I know happens next.

I don’t have to see it. I only need to hear the crackle of Kaalkriluth’s body incinerating below me to know that I have managed this feat. As I feel the storm of his soul rushing into me, the thousands of years of his life unravel in my mind until it nestles amongst my own memories, my own stories, my own thousands of nights of dreams. I am scorched painfully raw with the new power I can scarcely handle, but for a moment I can almost feel my Dovah’s wings unfurling at my sides. Only once everything has quieted, do I open my eyes, the wetness of the tears that rim them stinging in the cold air. Below me, Kaalkriluth is nothing but bones.

i don't like writing action. this is no big secret. having to write a character walking around in a room sends me into mortal peril. it's hard. i don't always know how little i can get away with saying. if i could write a story of nothing but dialogue and my purple prose i would do just that. but here we are. we're writing an epic battle with a dragon. oookayy. this was a very hard chapter to write. i'm fairly sure i began it and then put it aside for a long time because i was so overwhelmed. let me be frank.

it's easy for me to write. i wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't. i'm quite sure that i could write anything that i wanted to, if i wanted to bad enough. anything. so here's this dragon battle. i wrote it. what's hard is when i have to stop and think about how i need to write something. when i have to be very deliberate. when it feels like i have to choreograph something rather than let it flow from me. this chapter is like a night at the ballet, with dancers and their bloody feet hidden by pristine satin shoes; the rest of my work is the break of dawn at a club in, like, berlin.

this chapter is different. it succeeds. it has merit. but it's not me, ultimately. i've written another fantasy story since lmnit and in that story, my character doesn't even so much as draw a dagger. i like it better that way. writing a tes fanfic shoehorned me into needing to write dense action. i'll never do it again. probably.

#skyrim #teldryn sero #my posts #my writing #lmnit

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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 2 years

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A Gorey Demise: Demigod Version

Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up

I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries

Like every year we start with A and end with Z

Alright, is the band ready?

Ready

Alright, hit it Boyles

One, and a two

A is for Annabeth who drowned in a pool

B is for Bianca who was eaten by ghouls

C is for Chris with disease in the brain

D is for Dakota who couldn’t abstain

E is for Ethan who fell through the sky

F is for Frank who was slapped as a dragonfly

G is for Gwen for whom death did loom

H is for Hazel who was sealed in a tomb

One by one we bite the dust

Kick the bucket and begin to rust

Give up the ghost when your number's up

We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste

You wither away in your resting place

Eternity in a wooden case

We all fall down

I is for Icarus who made a mistake

J is for Jason, was betrayed by snakes

K is for Katie who was shot in the head

L is for Luke who bled and bled

M is for Michael who drowned in a twist

N is for Nico who was pummeled by fists

O is for Octavian who came apart in a blast

P is for Percy who swallowed some glass

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Alrighty lads, all together now

One by one we bite the dust

Kick the bucket and begin to rust

Give up the ghost when your number's up

We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste

You wither away in your resting place

Eternity in a wooden case

We all fall down

Q is for Quintus who took the wrong trail

R is for Reyna who rotted in jail

S is for Silena, brought down by a foe

T is for Thalia who froze in the snow

U is for [….] who was trampled by hooves

V is for Valentina who fell off a roof

W is for Will who was hit by a car

X is for Xu Fu who sunk in the tar

Y is Yan who died of a strain

Z is for Zoë who simply died

In pain

Based on the song A Gorey Demise by Creature Feature and rewritten to be slightly more accurate to the canon deaths.

#pjo #riordanverse #percy jackson series

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deadxlv · 5 months

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Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 17 p.4 “Dark Hearts..and Lustful Anger..”

If that small critter was here I'm sure you would've lost your shit if something were to happen to him

I hope you recognize I am the one giving you this speed

Do you know she can read any movement you aren't actually getting lucky

Subtract my strength and you have nothing

What if that animal thing died in your arms how would you react?

Let me in

Just let me in

Please

Oh cmon I know you love me

You crave me

You..Need..Me

Like...I-I..said..I..

I Fucking..Hate YOU!!!!!!!

Crossing the border you finally make it back, the forest is charred to a crisp now, smoke bellowing out all around you it almost makes you snap out of your anger. Taking it in along with the reek scent of burnt animal corpses and smoke you grow disappointed, not in this strange woman but in yourself, you could have done so much more to avert from this all happening. Taking further steps getting away from the ash as best you could you make it back into the remaining woods, deep inside you the slithering of that thing makes your skin crawl, why does it always have to be pain..why do we all have to suffer..

Taking a sharp turn, a scent, a strange perfume lingering in the wind, joyful cackling and your senses are back to their tips as if ready for the feeling of being torn apart from the inside out again. Coming from the smoke you see a figure approaching, instinct and the voices in your head telling you not to, but in a fit of arrogance you thrust yourself at them. Claws and Razor like teeth bared you attack like a wild animal without a conscience..

"That's what she wanted..and you fell right into her trap~"

From the darkness of the smoldering hot ground in front of you a gigantic fist made of sediment and rotting plant vegetation breaks through the dust clouds, moving so fast it almost immediately makes contact with your small body, towering over you many more come from thy earth and begin to strike at you aimlessly. Hijìn face scrunched up as hundreds of tons of stone slammed right into him head on, clenching his jaw so hard it began to bleed, head throbbing immensely, and blood from vines within stabbing at his flesh was a world of pain. The large fist pummeled him into the ground shooting rubble everywhere as all you could hear is the man yelling out muffled by the fist driving him deeper and deeper in, Hijìn barely able to move his arms was able to pushback against the stone fist alleviating some of the pressure. Instantly he was snatched and yanked out of the ground by the same hand and just as he caught a breath of fresh air to his right he sensed something coming, glancing another hand came right at him going straight in to smack him with hands wide open. Digging his feet into the ground he blocked with both arms but it was all meaningless, the hand came and ripped the whole ground beneath him off causing him to topple through the air. A few more hands forming here and there as he was bounced around viciously by the attacks, each one wearing him down and causing his drive to wane. Exhausted he was sent limply flying about through the forest floor, rolling on the ground, slamming against random tree branches, bouncing off rock formations, before getting smacked one by a stray rock hand pounding him into the ground last time rendering him unconscious. Eyes fluttering one last time you doze off, but just before you fall under you can barely make out someone coming in from the darkness towards you, in weakness you mutter out, "K..Kk-ÿr..u?."

Out from the forest stepping on the burnt bodies of small plants and critters trying their best to survive came V or so the clone, she seemed like she was in a hurry, quickly looking about as if seeing if the actual V was anywhere nearby. Quickly wrapping some wire around their dirtied hands they tightened it causing them to cut at their hands, the clone hissed in pain silently to themselves as black blood seeped down the wire onto the unconscious man beneath her. The clone grabbed the man by the shoulder and made him lay on his back, his resting face making the strange entity giggle to themselves almost as if flustered, eyes peering through the dismay watching the scene unfold. Unbuttoning their shirt slightly until their cleavage was revealed, The Clone would sit on Hijìn's pelvis looking down at him, "Poor Poor little Creature..she wants you so bad..but all she is...is a fool~", her body slid down slowly resting her chest onto his, skin softly passing over one another until she fully layed down on top of him. "Sadly our time together won't be long..but out of all of those I've killed- you would've been my favorite~", the clone said giggling in a high pitch voice until the sound of slicing pierced the wind. The clone held their hand out to gore out Hijìn's neck with her long nails with a shocked look on her face, a long gold and white blade ripped through her chest and sliced her neck in half from its insertion. Coughing out large amounts of black blood the Clone collapsed on top of Hijìn promptly turning into ash and leaf litter, such a real life looking person can truly be nothing but a farce, a lie, a mirror of yourself pictured onto other peoples minds. That's what V thought as she plunged her blade through the clone and to Hijìn below, a emotionless stare down at what she did just made the emptiness within her grow, for a moment her mind wavered off her actions to think of what she just witnessed. It was if Fate strew her off her designated path and made her into some whore.., but amidst her own thoughts she felt her blade quiver in her grip, snapping out of it she looked down and saw Hijìn's hand extended out grabbing the blade so harshly it smashed the sharpened edge. One black void-like eye wide open, black bulging veins across the revealed skin, and infamous ear to ear grin was plastered on the man's body, with a loud cackle the man would stand up back to his feet in an instant staring down the woman saying, "You've been hunting for me ay..? Pfft..cute...I'm gonna love this and so will you~".

Forgone and without any sense of love or desire within her own soul V stared back at the infected man taken form, the parasite taking full advantage of the situation and grabbed control the instant it was available. Blind eyes met with a single void eye of the man, flames encircling them as they stood up to one another, she looked up at him emotionlessly not even caring at this change only knowing her goal is to harvest as soon as possible, and the parasite took this all in..control..Again~!. His face seemed to glitch in place as he looked at V from head to toe, his skin tingled from the sensation of that black tar like substance the parasite was made of coursing through his veins, licking his lips which turned back into the same constant frozen grin he would say, "You gonna hit me in my perfect face or are you gonna pussy out and let me run away again~?!." A sigh softly escaping her tainted black lips and V took a step back, Hijìn stared at her with his only one open eye keeping the same smiling face on looking confused with one eyebrow raised. She stretched her shoulder out in the open for no reason, taking her time she would bend over to touch her toes, lean to the side and stretch her back, to grab her head and snap it both ways making two loud popping noises before she cracked it back to normal. Opening her blind eyes, which reflected the glow of the white flames around them, would soon disappear as she took a step forward vanishing into thin air, just as she moved she reappeared the instant later having her right arm extended out holding another blade glaring deeply into the eyes of Hijìn whom looked confused still. Just as he glanced at her blade his body immediately reacted, arms darting in all directions and eye throbbing from intense movements, the sound of blade slashes came at blinding speeds so fast normal Hijìn wouldn't have been able to see them. "Your what I've been looking for..now let yourself die- I hunt..I'm the predator..you'll be nothing more than prey for all those ahead of you..if you ever make it past me of course..", V said to the blocking infected man in a monotone tone of voice, the slashes going on and on it seemed they never stop cutting at his skin here and there even slicing some small tentacle pieces of the parasite off his body back onto the ground.

Through all the slashes the infected man kept the same happy demeanor the whole time, slashes soon coming to an end it even got redundant as now the slashes didn't even seem to cut his skin, and just as it stopped the two vanished from the area leaving but a trace of their existence. Popping back in out of nowhere in a distant section of the forest the fight would begin anew, ripping through the trees was the sounds of blade clashing and tearing of hard leather, Hijìn and V would get into a multitude of clashes of fist and steel echoing across the woods. Hijìn thrusting his fists out at break neck speeds while V skid on one boot in the ground darting across tree to tree avoiding each attack, he vanished again to appear ramming V into a pile of rock rubble, she scoffed at the pain as she faced up to see the man pinning her down with claws bared ready to strike her. Hijìn tactically struck at her face and chest only to no avail as she even in this pinned position was able to not only block but dodge each attack before screaming out in a loud shriek knocking the man back. Feet planted into the ground Hijìn slid back a few meters away with arms fully extended, she came out of nowhere from behind holding her blade, eyes glowing a bright neon green as she sliced at him, Hijìn did a back flip and looked at her upside down laughing out like a immature child just as he punched her face straight into the ground knocking her off balance. A whole tree came and smacked him from behind after flying out from the woods making him stagger, jerking back and she ran at him holding two large boulders in her hands, V used those suv sized boulders like gauntlets with her fists embedded deep within them to strike at him. Even though they were large she moved swiftly with them almost as if she didn't even have them on, Hijìn swerved left and right hopping over other branches and trees coming at him making this seem like a game, a branch slapping his face making him jerk back and two immensely powerful punches which crushed the boulders into dust knocked him back.

Rolling of her shoulder and hopping on one leg left and right signified she was just getting started, Hijìn hopped back landing on one hand as if not effected by gravity, gracefully standing back up without even having to move his arm from its standard position, she simply walked up to him casually like they weren't just fighting and punched him square in the face. "Just because we come from the same place doesn't mean we're family..your just a power amplifier..nothing more so actually do something..I'm getting bored", V mumbled out in the same monotone tone of voice to the infected man who faltered back from the punch, even though she was around two feet and a half shorter than him she seemed to posses more physical strength than he had and she took advantage of that always. Head served right from the same punch, Hijìn would stop moving back and pause for a second only to mutter, "Issue is..I'm not Her slave..", jerking back and a barrage of tentacle slices, punches, and claw attacks erupted from the man point blank at V's face. The attacks being so swift and powerful it shredded everything around them leaving nothing but the wood scrap of trees and dust from rock, smile plastered across his face Hijìn looked ahead after it all cleared before turning right and seeing V, she stared at him with a blank look on her face almost as if disappointed, "I swear..I feel like that day is a fleeting memory for how this fight has been going on for..your..just..so..weak..", she muttered in a monotone lifeless expression. Growling out Hijìn lashed out and in that same instant she disappeared, he swiped left, right, up, down, anywhere near hm, but nothing worked; Out from behind she would walk over and calmly tap his back, glaring back at her Hijìn snarled under his very breath as saliva dripped from his mouth like a mad rodent, "Hmn- every single action..every single attempt..I've given it to you..there is no umph..no power..just speed I guess, I'll still harvest you from this creatures brain, but I honestly expected more..again your forgetting one obvious fact..", V said getting closer to the man who watched in dismay. "I..see..your Fate..I know how this ends..and you'll never change the outcome..I know every attack before you even throw them, that's what being a actual threat is..a danger to one's being- I let you touch me so I can gauge your strength..guess you really are a empty husk of a anomaly..shame you let his surrogate father die to the life sucking power of the Cauldron..Tch better known as the Well of Forgone Souls..or the Fáqûire (Fa-Que-ire), uneducated dogmatic filth..", V's voice so calm yet filled with such hatred let the message ring so deep it made even the parasite stagger in his pursuits, grin wearing off his face and sole open eye losing its blood lust the man took a few steps back and paused, like if accepting the reality of it all...it really did turn into a losing battle.

Those in the stars are the only ones who can achieve perfection, glistening darts of light which travel forever more until there is no sun to light the way, reminded of your place in the world as a simple pest organism by someone higher only deepens the faults within yourself. With your love gone and lust waned you can only feel the soul ripping feeling plunge it's way into your chest, tearing every fiber in your being until the very thing you call upon cries back at you for to save them, your eyes, sober from all the tears, open one last time to hear said cries. A piece of you slowly getting ripped from your chest with claws of night plunging ever so deeper into your being causing you to finally give in, holding that piece of pain in your arms one last time you let said force take hold once more..what's always been within you...speak it- B-blood...say it again..B..Blood..one last time..

Blood..

A gaping hole in Hijìn's chest as V plunged her black claws into the man's chest who stood there in abject weakness, eyes dripping in clear tears fell down her bloodied arm, she passed her thumb over the dropped tears and brushed them onto her white button up shirt. The parasite in its entirety was in the palm of her hands, it seemed grotesque and very large for a parasite, it had been feeding off him slowly his whole life until now where it seemed to stagnate, she clenched it plunging her nails into it as she opened her mouth almost as if wanting to take a bite out of it. Internal screaming from the parasite as if writhed in pain, it's fleshy black tar like body flailing around as her teeth grew nearer and nearer by the second, all to close to the end before her hand gripping the parasite gets crunched under immense force. She whined in abject pain before her whole forearm was ripped from her elbow revealing a fleshy inside, faltering back she held her arm as small tentacle came from within her open wound to try and reconnect her arm, whining out in torture she would glance up to see both eyes of Hijìn clear but absolutely fallen deep in eternal abhorrence to her very existence. Her torn forearm pried off his parasite before it was plunged back into his chest and instantly sealed, her forearm thrown at her face and immediately reconnected she looked at him fearful, just this once she finally felt the horrid pain she had felt that one time occur one final time and it cemented those memories back in to haunt her. At that very moment she could barely make out the infuriated face of the man who jerked his arm all the way back with a clenched fist so tight it made his hands bleed from his nails digging into his very flesh, pictures of her future flashing in her head she grew even more mortified as reality drew nearer with each passing second. Time feeling like it had slowed down for her, all she could witness as her sight fixed itself after her arm had been torn off was the slow moving fist that silently approached her face, unable to move the bloodied fist slowly crushed her face caving it into itself. Pieces of her face getting pulverized into chunks of black blood and green meat as she was launched far back, Hijin faltering forward as he held the right side of his face growling like a feral animal, he was subconsciously trying to contain it, but with the sensation of force on his knuckles and blood all over his arm he just let go.

Body flopped over on the ground V would lay there with a mutilated face, white hair all over the place her body jerked itself back up, her face instantly getting reformed as she clenched her teeth and grew agitated at such an action. Her very ignorance just like the last time taking hold, Hijìn jerking his hand back trying to hit her again like the dumb animal he was roared out a ear drum tearing bellow from within to this demonic woman, seeing this she did the very same but just as she jerked her arm back her whole arm appeared to mutate itself and grow many times its size. Just as Hijìn lunged in for a punch so did V with her large thorn covered muscle fiber monster-like arm which was many times her size, fists colliding the two created a shockwave that flattened trees for miles around even knocking many clouds in the area into nothing but vapor in the wind, yelling at one another incredibly loudly as their fists pushed at one another like two crashing waves it shattered the very ground beneath them. Falling back Hijìn would ride upon the large rubble coming from the implosion, hopping from piece to piece trying to find that damnable woman, just as he turned a corner the hairs on his neck rose up and V came crashing down upon him with her giant mutant arm plowing through all the debris. Skidding on solid ground again as debris flew all around them Hijìn would face up to V appearing right above him just before she threw a massive blow straight at him causing another implosion of the ground beneath their feet, disappearing in the rubble Hijìn came out the dust plume holding V by the collar punching her square in the face over and over again, then again Hijìn slamming headfirst into the hard limestone ground bouncing for a brief moment as V planted her foot into the ground and back handed Hijìn with her fist sending him flying off. Chain wrapped around his arm he finally pulled one of his blades out and with a swing he latched himself to a tree launching himself back at her, she blocked with her other arm which seemed to wane from the strength of his kick to wrap her own tentacles from her body around his face neck grinding him along the ground, him growling and grunting as crap got in his eyes and mouth.

Slice of a green slithering mess and a pull back of one's attack Hijìn sprung back up only to be met with a flurry of punches from V using her massive arm, he seemingly dodged them with some infected assistance aiding him in this fight to then launching a full force kick straight at V's face, the kick being so powerful it caused a vacuum from the air getting turned into plasma, the heat of said plasma burning at his shin and making his attack seem like its born of flame. She already seen this way ahead and sent a bulge like pulse from her right arm which turned back to normal that flowed to her left arm instantly making it mutated and gigantic before sending it to block the kick, Hijìn yelling out as he blew right past the arm smacking her prime in the side off into the distance. Like a feral animal he got on all fours and chased after her not letting a moment of this pass, V now driving her nails into the grassy root filled ground making it seem like a large monster set those claw marks would kick off and charge back at the man forming a large jade crystalline crossbow on the forearm of the mutant hand blasting the same green explosive attack at Hijìn point blank. He was around ten meters away when she thrusted her arm forward to do said attack and just at the last second she would shoot it his instincts kicked in, grabbing both of his chains and lunging them straight at the incoming projectile he was flung back into the air a few couple feet, using his body weight and immense strength from his people he began to swing in the air rapidly, controlling the explosive within the grips of his blades. V saw the outcome and would instead arm a second one and immediately launch it to kill Hijìn for sure with a double explosion, the second attack incoming Hijìn would roar out as he flung the initial attack back at V at even a stronger speed while dodging right from the second attack, which grinded past his cheek burning him slightly before flying off into the air and detonating. The outcome being the same V was hit head on with the attack, dragged down the ground leaving a deep tunnel from the passage as a good distance away a massive explosion would occur sending plant life and debris everywhere, the reminiscent green glow illuminating the Man who stood there panting heavily completely bloody and covered in scars and bruises. Snorting out still pissed and coated in a deep red pulsing energy Hijìn would jump over a ledge and after the woman who seemed to have been near vaporized from her own attack, sniffling along the deep tunnel he would pick up on a familiar scent..he wasn't supposed to be here not now!?

Scurrying between knocked over trees and avoiding the forest fires Kÿr would come into view out in the open, he had a worried look on his face as he turned all about trying to find his friend, locking eyes with one another the two would pause before the small Sirlàn would dart at full speed to the man. Hijìn mumbled out to try and stop the creature but it was too late and Kÿr tackle hugged his thigh nearly making him fall over, exclaiming out in a worried tone of voice Kÿr said, "Y-ya never came back?! What the hell?! L-like we all got scared..don't worry they're safe now! I-I am sure of it..", Kÿr looking around would grow fearful from all the destruction after crossing miles upon miles of forests all day trying to find his friend once again. "Wh..what Happened..what happened to you man..? Wh..", Kÿr said shocked at all the destruction, letting go of his friends leg for a moment as he scanned the area, Hijìn was on edge as her scent grew so strong it became pungent almost like a stench. From the rubble not so far away emerged V, arms back to normal sizes, clothes torn up, body covered in equal amounts of cuts and bruises she would hear the ever so faint voice of Kÿr. She began to softly chuckle to herself, unbelieving of such a foolish move and a change of fate, now projected upon her and even greater victory than the one before with a oh so sweeter finale to break alls resolve. Hijìn and Kÿr moved ever so carefully together until they laid eyes upon the mad woman one final time, Kÿr extended his arms creating large barrel explosive rifles connecting to his arms and Hijìn clenching his fists getting infuriated even more by her presence as they wanted to make their move, however, amidst their attempts to move in on the weakened woman they would immediately stop and freeze.

Clenching of her fists and sinister laughing echoing out of her fanged mouth V would stand on top of a large pile of rubble and plant matter, sunlight gracing her with an audience all around the world she would soon stop and smile. Not even looking at the two boys before she stomped her foot on the ground and with a minute pause she began to scream out in abject agony, her body would glow a blinding light as it began to rapidly change. Kÿr watching in horror saw something he couldn't even imagine..Hijìn stepped back as it grew larger and larger and the woman became unrecognizable as the ground trembled violently and her screams emanating so raw it let the world know who the true goddess was..

Purge Your souls there is nothing else, you've left me no FUCKING CHOICE!! TASTE THE FULL MIGHT OF THE DAUGHTER OF FATE!! May the All Father Send his Regards in Eternal Suffering!

The Goddess is ME!!

#action adventure #male protagonist #oc story #original story #forgonelands #forgonelandsoc #furry friends #secondarc #chapter seventeen #female characters #female conflict #brutal beatdown #brutalism #explosions #part two of fight #rising stakes #never ending battle

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illnessfaker · 2 years

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( abuse / sexual abuse tw )

i love all this talk of "mutual abuse" going on when a man who sexually abused me just walked in and said "i'm gonna be playing a game over discord with our two mutual friends and we'll be badmouthing you" and goes from acting like i'm the devil due to me being too focused on myself in our relationship (which is true) to wanting to still treat me as an object but "platonically" i.e. touching my body. and even though i was too self-centered i didn't repeatedly threaten to hurt his pet out of anger, didn't express jealousy or bitterness about who he talked to/hung out with, didn't act all guilt-trippy about not letting me touch him when i wasn't in the mood, etc. meanwhile he can't say the same and his main gripe with me is how he thinks i'm a liar who's been manipulating and using him this whole time (not true lol) and the fact that i was, indeed, too focused on my own needs to the expense of his (that is, if you don't count me often walking on eggshells to account for his rage and also letting him touch me and treat me like a sexual object when i didn't actually want it.) i'm the bad one, though! i'm the only one who needs to change.

#no reblogs -#personal #if i get snide asks about this i'll pummel u into fucking dust

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actualbird · 3 years

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// spoilers for luke character story ep2

luke pearce is adorable and kind and dorky 90% of the time (well, 90% of the time he isnt being an absolutely depressing tragedy) and that makes it so much more impactful when the story every once in a while does remind us and show us that. he is Fucking Terrifying when he wants/needs to be.

when i say more impactful i mean that in every sense. it's a really intense thing to see in the story thanks to the contrast of his usual kindness, it's really a hot thing to see thanks to the contrast of his usual demeanor, and also, what is obviously most important to me:

it's funny.

before any of u guys call me satan, lemme explain myself. like youve got luke---baby faced, messy haired, enthusiastic puppy vibes---and then in his character story ep2 he beats up that whole group of people that were about to harm mc. i dont remember if the narrative mentioned how many people there were but it seemed like Several absolutely and he just (non lethally) pummeled all of them completely into frigging dust. the narrative SAYS OUTRIGHT that luke managed to DISLOCATE MANY BONES of those people. this is fucked up, yeah, i gasped when i first went through that scene bc it was very intense but then. i started thinking about the scene in hindsight and the scenes we didnt get to see

after luke beats everybody up they call the police (bc in the next scene theyre in the police station and all the ppl have been put away somewhere, i forgot) and. how did that look like? for the officers who were called onto the scene? one dude protectively exuding Fuck With Her And I Will Destroy You vibes while next to a woman whos kinda chill just like Oh That's Good Im Glad Luke Got Here To Help Me but theres

people strewn around the ground in various states of injury

officer: UH

luke: self defense :)

officer: THATS SOME...INTENSE DEFENSE U GOT THERE, KID

the story then goes on to say that they accepted luke's self defense and so he wasnt charged with anything whew. but surely, since luke massively fucked those people up, they must have searched luke pearce up in the stellis crime database just to be sure and

officer 1: UHHHH

officer 2: why? he got a criminal record?

officer 1, turning the monitor to officer 2. all information about luke pearce is BLACKED OUT, CONFIDENTIAL, NERFED INTO OBLIVION: well. not EXACTLY.

and when the officers try to ask darius what the hell is up with luke (because darius has worked with luke a bunch), mc and luke start having their emotional (and LOUD, luke got LOUD angry in that scene) argument in the middle of the police station and so

officer: uh sir

darius, pushing them all into the pantry: no just. get in the fucking pantry. let them have...whatever the fuck this is.

tears of themis is a comedy

#tears of themis #hc #luke pearce #xia yan #have this 4 today bc i run now to do irl responsibility stuffs and also work on kdjkfs actual postable on ao3 fic

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q-gorgeous · 3 years

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Strange

fanfiction

this fic is based off of @jerichomere‘s dead kyle au comic

hidey hey u guys im back for another dannymay fic jhgvf

Kyle walked through the main entrance of Casper High, a yawn falling out of his mouth while his eyes scrunched closed. When he opened his eyes, he had walked down the hallway a bit where the rest of the students were gathered. He smiled at some and waved at others as he walked down the hall, but it was starting to dawn on him that everyone was staring at him weirdly.

No one was waving back to him as he greeted his classmates. Everyone either backed away from him or avoided looking at him altogether. His friend, Nost, nearly jumped out of his skin when Kyle clapped him on the shoulder in their usual greeting.

Huh, that’s strange.

Pulling back, he looked at Nost with wide eyes, saying something about catching him later. Nost must’ve pulled an all nighter, it wouldn’t have been the first time. He shrugged off the feeling churning in his gut and changed direction when he saw Wes standing at his locker.

“Hey, bro.” Kyle said as he walked up behind Wes. “Everyone looks like they’ve seen a ghost. Do you know why they’re acting so weird?

Wes paused in his digging in his locker, his hand clenched around his locker door. He slowly turned around, eyes wide, to stare at his brother who was standing nonchalantly in the middle of the hallway.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Wes said.

“What?” Kyle looked at Wes’ wide eyes and the way he shrunk in on himself. “Oh, not you too. I don’t know what crawled up everyone’s butts but you can come find me when you’re not being weird. I’m going to class.”

Kyle walked away from Wes, adjusting his backpack straps, and made his way down the hallway. The people he passed were white as a sheet and were looking at him with wide eyes. He didn’t know why they were acting so strange, but he would just go about his business as usual.

“Hey, Dale! High five!”

Dale instinctively lifted his arm and turned toward Kyle at the invitation for a high five, but the moment he realized it was Kyle’s hand smacking into his, it looked as if his soul left his body.

Kyle continued walking down the hallway, whistling as he turned into his english classroom.

“Lord of the Flies! Mr. Weston?!”

QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ

“So how come you don’t eat then?”

Wes kicked a rock as he walked beside Kyle, hands shoved into his pockets while he sported a grumpy expression on his face.

“What do you mean? Of course I eat! I’m just not that hungry very often.”

Wes shot Kyle a look. “I haven’t seen you eat since… For a couple weeks now. When do you eat that no one ever sees you?”

Kyle shrugged. “Probably when I’m baked as fuck.”

Wes sighed. “Well you’re not high right now, and you’re not eating, are you going to be hungry enough to join us for dinner?”

“Eh, I think I had a big lunch today. I’ll let you know if I’m hungry later.”

“You think you had a big lunch?”

Kyle looked away from Wes. “I mean, I assume I had a big lunch since I’m not hungry.”

“You don’t even know?” Wes stared wide eyed at him. “Look, Kyle, I know you don’t believe in ghosts but-”

“Ghosts aren’t real.”

“But-”

Kyle sighed. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now. I just want to go home and do my homework.”

Wes followed after Kyle quietly, hands tucked into his jacket while Kyle was clad only in his hoodie even in the fall weather.

Later at home, Kyle was interrupted from his homework when Wes knocked on his door and opened it.

“Hey, dinner’s ready. If you wanna, uh, come eat.”

Kyle softly shook his head and gestured at his homework. “Nah. I’m, uh, not hungry. Besides, I wanna get this essay done for Mr. Lancer.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later.”

Wes quietly shut the door behind him and Kyle leaned back in his chair and sighed. The churning feeling in his gut was reignited when the invitation to dinner sounded more like… A formality rather than an actual invitation this time. Like Wes knew Kyle wouldn’t be joining them.

Turning the thought away, Kyle leaned forward to his desk again and turned his attention to the homework assignment Lancer had handed him with a barely there tremor in his hands. He stared at the assignment for a moment before getting up and crawling into bed, pulling the blankets over his body and curling into himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

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As Kyle walked through the hallways of Casper High, he began to realize that he now had to look up at many of the kids who were in a younger year than him. Even Wes was slowly beginning to surpass him in height. He’d always been taller than Wes, why was he catching up to him now?

Suddenly, a large body bumped into him on the left, nearly toppling him over to the floor.

“Hey, shorty, watch it!”

Turning towards the voice, Kyle looked up at Keith who wilted upon meeting Kyle’s gaze.

“Oh, uh, hey Kyle! I didn’t know that was you there! I thought you were Mikey or something.”

Kyle looked around the hallway and pointed to where Mikey was standing in the middle of the hallway with his friends. The boy who had once been a foot and a half shorter than Kyle now stood at the same height as him.

“He’s over there.”

Keith followed where Kyle’s finger was pointing and nodded vigorously. “That he is, I’ll go- go pummel him for making me think you were him!” Keith walked away towards the scrawny boy. “Hey, Mikey!”

Kyle’s brows furrowed and he uneasily made his way over to where Wes was at his locker. “Hey, when did you all get so tall?”

Wes looked over his shoulder for a moment before turning his attention back to his locker. “About a year ago. Why? Did you finally notice?”

“Notice what?”

“That you stopped growing.”

Kyle shook his head. “No, of course I’m still growing. I just haven’t had a growth spurt in awhile. I’ll catch back up to you guys.”

When Kyle woke up the next morning and came downstairs yawning, Wes looked up at Kyle and the inch he used to have on him.

“Of course.” Wes said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Who could have seen that coming.”

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“One of these days I’ll make you admit it.”

“Admit what?” Kyle asked as he tossed a football towards Wes as they stood in the middle of the park.

“That ghosts are real.” Wes caught the football and threw it back towards Kyle who jumped to catch it.

Kyle tsked and tucked the football against his side. “You can’t admit what isn’t true. Ghosts aren’t real.”

Wes sighed and bent over to pick up his stuff. “Whatever.”

I will never admit that ghosts are real.

I won’t. I can’t-

-Kyle watched as Danny flew around, putting on a show with his parents special effect technology. The man he was pretending to fight put on a pretty impressive act. Suddenly, one of the special effect machines exploded, shooting into the building Kyle was standing in the second story of. The building rumbled and groaned and he could hear Danny shouting his name.

“Kyle!”

Then it fell. The building collapsed around him, puffs of dust going everywhere, the road littered with debris. Kyle’s head popped out of it like it hadn’t even touched him even though he could still feel the floor falling apart under his feet-

“Come on, let’s go home. Dad wants us there for some dinner with Vlad.”

Kyle watched Wes walk away for a moment, his heart in his stomach before following behind him, gripping his backpack straps tightly.

Because if I do…

That’s not all I’ll have to admit.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2020 #dannymay 2020 #strange #kyle weston #wes weston #dead kyle au #phic #phicc #fanfic #fic #fanfiction

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uniwolfcorn · 2 years

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Gerry's Gorey Demise

Content warning: Gore/gore mentions!

(Woooooooooo! I finally got this bad boy done! This here is a little something I wrote for Halloween! It's late but better late than never! XD)

(Credits towards the original song "A Gorey Demise" by Creature Feature as inspiration! For as dark as this song is, it's pretty dang catchy! Link to it will be at the end)

(Unfortunately the one letter I couldn't find a Gerry Anderson character for was Q. But I hope this is still ok! Big thanks to @katblu42 for beta reading and helping me with this! Happy late Halloween and stay safe Anderfans and fam!😊👻❤🧡💛💚💙💜💖🖤)

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On the night of Halloween, in an unknown void of darkness, monstrous mischief was alight. Ghouls flew around over the place, unnerving creatures chattered with one another in a series of unintelligible screeches and squawks, and all while mutilated bodies friendly yammer amicably amongst their corpse companions. The loud tinkle of a glass catches everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, and listen up!” announced a battered and bloodied Virgil Tracy. “As you’ve may have guessed, we’re all gathered here to recite the annual obituaries. Every year we start from A to Z.” With a loud clap of his bruised hands, the crowd turned towards the stage that sat behind Virgil.

“Alright. Is the band ready?”

“Ready!” Captain Blue gave a thumbs up behind the drums.

“Hit it Adam!”

“One and a two...”

A is for Alan who drowned in a pool

B is for Brains who was eaten by ghouls

C is for Conrad with disease of the brain

D is for Dick who derailed on a train

E is for Ed who was buried alive

F is for Fermat who was stabbed in the eye

G is for Gordon who died in the womb

H is for Hood who was sealed in a tomb

“ONE BY ONE, WE BITE THE DUST, WE KICK THE BUCKET AND BEGIN TO RUST

GIVE UP THE GHOST WHEN YOUR NUMBER’S UP

WE ALL FALL DOWN!”

“ASHES TO ASHES, BONES TO PASTE

YOU’ll WITHER AWAY IN YOUR RESTING PLACE

ETERNITY IN A WOODEN CASE

WE ALL FALL DOWN!”

I is for Ian who lost his front brakes

J is for Jeff who was bitten by snakes

K is for Kyrano who was shot in the head

L is for Lady P who bled and bled

M is for Marina who was burnt to a crisp

N is for Nine who was pummeled by fists

O is for Ochre who lived life too fast

P is for Parker who swallowed some glass

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”

“Alright lads, all together now.”

“ONE BY ONE, WE BITE THE DUST WE KICK THE BUCKET AND BEGIN TO RUST

GIVE UP THE GHOST WHEN YOUR NUMBER’S UP

“ASHES TO ASHES BONES TO PASTE

YOU’ll WITHER AWAY IN YOUR RESTING PLACE

ETERNITY IN A WOODEN CASE

WE ALL FALL DOWN!”

Q is for Quiton who took the wrong trail

R is for Roger who rotted in jail

S is for Scott who was shot with a bow

T is for Tin-Tin who froze in the snow

U is for Unwin who was trampled by hooves

V is for Virgil who fell off the roof

W is for White who was hit by a car

X is for X20 who sunk in the tar

Y is for Yung who fell off a plane

Z is for Zodiac who simply went...

INSANE!

(Once again, credits towards the original song! ^^ )

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#uni's fics #halloween #happy late halloween #Thunderbirds #captain scarlet and the mysterions #stingray gerry anderson #lavender castle #terrahawks #dick spanner #secret service gerry anderson #joe 90 #there is no way in hell I'm naming all the characters XD #Youtube

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sokkisky · 3 years

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~i’m not your enemy part two~

Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6

Discord: https://discord.gg/4H3m4vjMBZ

Rating: SFW (Fluff)

Pairings: Bakugou x Y/N

Warnings: Light insults

A/N: Guys, It’s been forever. I’m sooo sorry for forgetting about this cute little series but thank you for the reminders though! I have so many new requests coming up these next couple of days and this one was a little fresh but I NEEDED to write it, so sorry. Here is the request:

part 2 of i’m not your enemy please 🥺

fr love bakugou and the story! i was just reading it through class cuz school is so boring lmao. anyways i hope u have a great day! take ur time, don’t want u to get stressed out! @meliam16

Soooo here we go! Big big thanks to @meliam16 for the request, thank you so much for reminding me about this cute little series. I hope I do good by your expectations. I hope you all take care of yourselves, be KIND to yourselves and treat yourself. You deserve it all. <3

“Move out of the way!”

You turned horrified as a storm of ice flew towards you, and you were frozen in your place.

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There was a noticeable change in your rivalry with Bakugou.

He seemed less interested in calling you harsh names, he resided himself to the basics.

“Dumbass”

“Idiot”

“Nerd”

Simple stuff. No mean nicknames poking fun at your, long gone was he tripping you in the halls or shoving your stuff on the floor. He didn’t laugh at you when you failed, he didn’t taunt you when you sparred with him. It was weird.

You were confused.

What’s wrong with him? Are you guys cool now? Every time you think back to that night in his dorm your face bubbles with embarrassment. You can’t help but internally kick yourself for being so stupid. Focusing in class was almost impossible, you could almost feel his eyes on you. You knew he was staring but you wouldn’t dare turn around.

You had to focus. A new partner training event was taking place today. Each of your classmates were to be paired up and made to fight against each other. Aizawa, tired of the bickering you and Bakugou used to have, decided that him always pairing you up was making things better between the two of you.

Not to mention he made it a competition.

You didn’t want to let Bakugou down. You knew he was super competitive and he’d be furious if the two of you lost. Especially since you were up against Deku and Todoroki.

~~~

After class you all walked onto Beta training ground, the giant city. Aizawa took the rest of the class to the camera room, as you, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Deku prepared yourselves.

“Good luck!” Deku wished you as he walked past. You heard Bakugou scoff. You turned around and caught him as his arms were crossed and he looked towards the sky. “You’ll be eating those words when your head gets pummeled into the ground by me and my partner!” he scowled back taking his place.

‘Me and my partner’. When has things ever been about anybody put him whenever he was in some kind of team. You brushed it off but it stayed in the back of your brain.

What did he mean?

You took your place as well preparing yourself. You took an offensive stance knowing Bakugou was going to go right in for the attack as soon as the bell rang. You glanced over at Bakugou. He glanced back mouthing ‘Don’t screw this up dumbass’. You rolled your eyes turning back ahead of you.

~~~

You all were getting tired.

The fight seemed to drag on and on and you all were getting tired. You and Bakugou had both taken on Todoroki and Deku separately. Of course Bakugou was going in on Deku leaving you with Todoroki. And you weren’t doing too hot.

Your quirk works better at short distance attacks but Todoroki was trying to keep you at bay. Using his ice side to keep you long range. You were running out of stamina and losing your momentum.

“Keep it together dumbass!” Bakugou shouted at you. You turned glancing at him before he shouted again.

“Move out of the way!”

You turned horrified as a storm of ice flew towards you, and you were frozen in your place.

You watched as the quick moving shards of ice flew at you, sharpened and pointed before a large explosion went off in front of you.

Bakugou stood in front of you angrily blowing up the shards that flew at you, his body shielding yours. He breathed heavily as he panted, the dust clearing around him. A giant bell rung, signaling a tie. Bakugou looked up and scoffed, kicking a rock as he angrily walked away.

You followed after him, running behind him. He had to be mad at you, there’s no way he wasn’t. You screwed up. “Bakugou! Baku wait!” you called, reaching for and grabbing his wrist. He pulled his hand away, glaring at you as he walked away.

~~~

That night you stood in front of Bakugou’s door, spicy ramen in your hand. You knocked, not hearing an answer and turned the knob. Surprisingly it opened. You poked your head in and saw Bakugou staring up at the ceiling in the room.

“Bakugou?” you asked. His eyes darted to you, he rolled his eyes and looked up again. “What do you want, dumbass?” he growled. You walked in, setting the ramen down on the night table beside him. “I got you some spicy ramen, and I wanted to say sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to cost us the win.” you mumbled, staring at the ground.

Bakugou got out of bed, standing in front of you. He grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“I don’t give a crap about the win! You almost got yourself really hurt dumbass!” he shouted angrily. You looked at him, a mix of confusion and shock. He let you go turning his head. You felt a bit of relief and smiled a little.

“Aw,” you teased, wrapping your arms around him, your head in his chest. “You care about me.” Bakugou didn’t hold you back but his face was red, his voice shakier than normal. “Shut it, tell anyone and I’ll kill you.” he mumbled.

You giggled a little.

“Of course.”

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jungshookz · 3 years

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CHAPTER SEVEN; It ends.

(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation; (4) the basement; (5) the dust; (6) the room

Warning: Brief mention of blood. Read at your own risk.

P̷̬͛͘l̸͉̣̃à̴̻̓ ̵͍̣̒̀ỳ̵͕͊e̴͎̾

r ha s chosen[?] B s hatte r glas s[e rror]

you let out a blood-curdling scream when she suddenly pounds against the mirror, and she seems to take delight in your fear, raising her other hand as well and starting to pound furiously on the glass with both fists

oh god

okay

you need to do something!

but what the fuck are you supposed to do?!

you look around hopelessly at the eight mirrors around you, finding it hard to focus when all you can hear is the distant drumming of Her slamming her hands against the glass

“focus, focus, focus-” you whimper, running a hand through your hair as you rack through your brain for some kind of an idea

you’ll take any damn idea at this poi-

shatter the glass

the thought suddenly springs into your mind and you let out a gasp when your feet almost move on their own towards the closest mirror to you

you manage to stop yourself before you get too close and you look down at your feet

what the he-

shatter the glass

once again, your feet move on their own accord and you find yourself stumbling right into a mirror

luckily you have your arms sticking out to keep you from smashing your face directly into it

okay

you have no idea how to explain this but,.., this thought doesn’t feel like your own

it’s disruptive and interrupting your train of thought and just appears out of nowher-

shatter the glass

“ah, stop!” you put both hands over your ears before shaking your head quickly, “get out of my hea-”

shatter the glass

it’s like there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you what to do, controlling your movements and making your choices for yo-

shatter the glass

“shatter the glass...?” you breathe out, looking up at yourself in the mirror

shatter the glass

what a perfect idea

if there are no mirrors, it means that she won’t be able to get to you anymore, right?

if the mirrors are her mode of transportation, destroying them would cut her off from this world

you need to shatter the mirrors

you look over your shoulder to see Her, looking as wild as ever, pummelling her hands against the mirrors in an effort to get you to turn to look over

don’t focus on her

you have one goal and one goal only... and that’s to destroy every single one of the mirrors in this room.

“-!”

you muster all the leftover strength you have as you raise your fists suddenly before slamming them both against the mirror in front of you, your eyes instinctively squeezing shut as shards of glass practically shoot out from the sudden force

you gasp as you stumble backwards to look at the damage, surprised at how easy it was to break the mirror - the glass is almost suspiciously delicate, and when you bend down to pick a piece up, you’re surprised to see that it’s almost as thin as paper

huh

that makes things a whole lot easier, doesn’t it?

you turn around to see that She has completely frozen - for a second, you think that perhaps she’s threatened and that you finally have the upper hand

...unfortunately not

your heart jumps in your chest when she leaps over to the next mirror, and then the next, and then the next-

oh god

shatter the glass

SHATTER THE GLASS

the next couple of moments go by in a blur as you race against time - and Her - and the only thing you can hear is the sound of glass continuing to shatter and splinter over and over again, the only thing you can feel are your own fists pounding against the mirrors, and the only thing you can see is black because of how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut

“AH-!”

as you raise your arms for the umpteenth time in a row, you expect to feel your fists collide against cool glass, but your eyes pop open when you just feel and hear a gentle thud

you look around the room to see that you’ve destroyed all of the mirrors

it’s been done

you lower your arms to take a look at your raw, trembling hands

you wince as you gently pull a shard of glass out from the side of your hand, hissing at the slight sting

you toss the piece aside and it clinks to the floor gently

the silence now is almost deafening as you drop to your knees with a thud

you did it

you killed her

it’s over

“thank god…” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut again as the adrenaline slowly wears off and your arms and hands start to burn from the strain

the evil has been destroyed

this nightmare is finally over

“okay.” you mumble to yourself, wiping your hands on your jeans before slowly rising back up to the ground, “time to find a way out of here.”

an ear-piercing scream exits your mouth when you turn around only to see Her standing directly in front of you, a large gash slashed into her face from ear to ear

you’re too petrified to scream as you watch the blood dribble down the lower half of her face before dripping onto the floor

the sound of her flesh squelching sickens you as the apples of her cheeks rise before she tilts her head to smile at you for the first time

she lunges forward and immediately grabs your face, her cold, bony fingers burrowing into your mouth and-

“NO-!”

you shoot straight up from your bed, your chest heaving from exertion

“wh- wha-” you pant, looking around to see that you’re in the safety of your bedroom

you reach up to feel your face, very thankful that your mouth is still where it should be

oh god

oh thank GOD

it was just a dream

it was just a bad, awful nightmare

none of it was real!

you’re fine!

you let out a sigh of relief as you slouch against your headboard before looking at your laptop

you lean forward to grab it before sliding it onto your lap

it’s pretty hot underneath and it’s whirring because it’s nearly out of battery

3%!!

how long were you passed out for??

chapter seven; it ends.

you blink at the page you have open on your browser before shaking your head

“stupid story-” you grumble to yourself as you slap your laptop shut before gently setting it aside

serves you right for reading a frickin horror story before bed

if you wanted to do something spooky to celebrate halloween you should’ve just watched something on netflix like a normal person

also, why would you even go on tumblr in search of scary stories?

everyone knows that the tumblr ones aren’t scary at all and are written by those types of writers who try a little too hard to make their stories scary

you should’ve gone to look at the urban legends on creepypasta if you wanted a real scare

“i’m fine, everything’s fine...” you whisper, reaching over to grab your phone that’s sitting on the bedside table

you squint a little from the sharp brightness and you hurry to lower it before you go blind

to: kook [2:59AM] - i just had the weirdest dream and you were in it lol i’ll tell u about it tomorrow

you’re about to set your phone back down when it buzzes in your hand

you flip it around to see that jungkook’s already texted you back

from: kook [3:00AM] - :)

you can’t help but wonder why jungkook’s still awake at this hour

and then you realize it’s probably because he’s playing video games or something

well

you’re going to go to bed because you’re exhausted

that nightmare was both physically and mentally draining

you narrow your eyes as you look at yourself in the large mirror that’s sitting directly across from your bed

you don’t know how you feel about having a large mirror located directly in front of you anymore

mirrors are weird

you hook two fingers into both corners of your mouth before pulling it up into a smile

you stick your tongue out and wag it around before pulling your fingers out and chuckling to yourself

hmph

“she wants my smile...” you snort, wiping your fingers on the duvet cover before shaking your head, “over my dead body.”

you lean over to turn your bedside lamp off before lying back and snuggling into the covers

you flip over so that you’re on your back, staring blankly into space until your eyes adjust to the darkness

it’s interesting how the mind works, isn’t it?

how it clings onto memories that you just want to forget about

how it nestles trauma into the very depths of your mind only to bring it back out at the most inconvenient of times

you pull your blanket up further before resting both arms over on top of it and letting out a small sigh as you begin to feel yourself drifting away into a deep sleep

right as you’re about to fall asleep, a little speck of dust floats past your face in the soft glow of the moonlight

you smile lightly at the recollection of the spooky dust in chapter five of the story you just read before shaking your head

but as your eyelids begin to flutter shut, you hear something that sends a chill directly down your spine

the faint creak of your bedroom door makes your eyes shoot open and you find yourself completely paralyzed with fear when you suddenly hear something from the foot of your bed-

tap

don’t you see, p̵̺̮̾̕ĺ̶̡̗a̷͍̓ỵ̴͚̂̒è̸̩ṟ̵̲̿?

your nightmare hasn’t ended at all

it’s only just b̶͈͒ê̴̬͑g̷̩̦̋u̵̧̝͌͘n̴̳̈́͐.

GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN?

#choh2020 #choh2020 drabbles

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frangipanidownunder · 4 years

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So you simply can't post a list of kiss prompts and expect me NOT to ask you for one. Do you not even KNOW me? Please consider a ficlet (or more!) for #11-Reunion kiss. But maybe pre-breakup. A reunion after being apart for some other reason? This could easily be combined with another kind of kiss - first, shy, etc. (And I am holding my breath for your maid/master AU!) Fic is Medicine Anon

A Lifetime Ago: Fic

Fat blossoms, serrated petals, marshmallow pink, weighted the branches on the tree in the courtyard of her block. Sun heated the top of her head, lifting the hair from her scalp, and the interior of the car smelled of warm leather and dust. Motes danced as she laid her jacket on the passenger seat.

When Mulder got in, he moved the jacket. Of course. She’d become so used to driving alone. More dust sparkled in the shaft of sunlight that shot through the glass. A glitter welcome party.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, lost in the weird sense of the strange and familiar, the old and the new. He looked at her oddly.

It made her blush, the intensity of his scrutiny. But the house looked pretty in the rearview mirror. Climbing vines over the fence, vivid green leaves bushy on the trees and shrubs. She could see a row of stakes just by the shed.

“Tomatoes?” she asked, nodding over her shoulder.

“Dirty Girl, Super Snow White and Ruby Gold.”

She drove over the gravel towards the road. “Sounds like one of those movies you used to watch.”

His chuckle was chesty, and she caught his full smile out the corner of her eye. He looked well. He looked good. He’d been looking better each time she’d seen him over the past few months, as though he’d turned some corner in his mind and life was no longer the bitter drag it had been. If tomato plants with exotic names were the key to this change, she’d take that over Prozac and desperate, begging midnight phone calls.

Years before she had loved those quiet, murmured conversations. When they meant connection, trust. But the FBI was a lifetime, a lost child and a break-up ago. Now, phone calls were made in office hours, more recently, she realised, when she was already on her way to see him.

“Where are we going again?” he asked, winding the window down and resting an elbow on the sill. “I admit I was surprised when you called. It kind of felt like you were asking me on a date.” He looked across at her and the fresh blast of air saved her from blushing again. “Is this a date?”

Chuffing, she fixed her eyes on the road. “When was the last time you went out, Mulder?”

“I go out,” he said, indignant.

She snorted. “Running at three in the morning does not constitute going out.”

“I’ve become friendly with the guy at the nursery.”

“Friendly?”

“Don’t give me that look. I can be friendly, Scully.” She remembered his friendly as either empathetic, nerdy or flirty. “He orders heirloom produce for me, teaches me about companion plants and has a fascination for UFOs. Funny how life works out, huh?”

“Huh,” she said. Nerdy.

A colleague at the hospital had married at the winery last fall and Scully had been struck by the setting, the ambience. Now she looked around and saw its precise beauty, high vaulted ceiling, wide landscapes on the silvery walls, starched white linen, gold embossed menus, cut crystalware. It was over the top. God, she’d misjudged this. Why didn’t she just go for Clint’s Diner where the talking point was the font used to spell the name, so that the L and the I were joined to form what looked like a U. Asking for the cunt’s special was Mulder’s favourite joke. Even the Italian bistro with the red and white checked plastic tablecloths and fake tealights in jam jars would have been a better choice.

“So it is a date,” he said, but behind his broad grin there was a look of trepidation. He went to hook his thumbs in his belt loops but he wasn’t wearing shitty jeans. Instead, his fist curled into his pants pocket and he stood, uncharacteristically insignificant, in the magnificent room.

Guilt flared in her chest. Mulder had been a recluse for years, pummelling his chest with his self-hatred and lacing all their interactions with accusations and blame, and now, because he was growing fucking tomatoes, she’d decided he could cope with a three-course degustation lunch and two glasses of Pinot Gris?“This is not what I…” But she was cut off by the Maitre D who swept over and checked the booking. “Dr Scully, yes, that’s right.” Why had she chosen that salutation when she called. It made it sound like a business lunch.

Their table was on the terrace under heavy-scented purple wisteria. The waiter unflapped serviettes like he was cracking a whip. He placed glasses, crockery and cutlery with the precision required for surgery. Mulder remained quiet the entire time, but regarded her, not the waiter. His expression softened when the waiter left and dappled light filtered over his skin.

“This is not what I expected, Scully. But it’s a step up from chilli dogs and Shiner Bock.”

Ugh. Now she was craving an evening on the couch watching him watching the game. “I’m sorry, Mulder. This feels all wrong.”

“Hey,” he said, leaning forward, sliding his hand over the table top, but careful to leave his fingers just an inch from hers. “It’s fine. I kind of love being wined and dined. It makes me feel special.” His fingers crept closer, close enough for her to see the white fleck on his left index nail, the light abrasion on his ring finger knuckle, close enough to remember what those elegant digits used to do to her.“As long as you don’t expect me to put out, Scully.” He grinned suddenly. “You should know up front that I’m not that easy.”

No, she thought, you’re not. We were never easy, you and me. She laughed at his joke anyway, his smile urged her to indulge him. The waiter brought the wine and Mulder sniffed, swirled and sipped it before giving it his approval. They chose entrees and mains and he chatted amiably, telling stories about the nursery dude and his collection of blurry photos of cigar-shaped crafts.

“I hadn’t the heart to tell him it was all BS, Scully. Why burst his bubble? He gets a lot of joy out of it.” Ah, empathy.

“And you get free seeds. Sounds like a fair exchange.”

He sat back, arms behind his head, before realising where he was and sitting upright, hands on his lap, much more respectable. “I’ve missed you,” he said, out of nowhere. “But this was nice. Unexpectedly so. A nice date, if I may be so bold as to describe it so, Doc.”

Flirty. She chuffed, cheeks aflame. The wine, she thought. It was always the wine. “It’s good to see you so relaxed, Mulder. It’s been a while.”

“Was I ever relaxed, Scully?” he asked, genuinely. “I look back now and see how tightly coiled I was. Have been.” His head bobbed down, but his eyes lifted to hers. “Am.”

The first time she visited him after she left, he was cowering under the kitchen table, shards of glass and ceramic scattered across the floor. He didn’t speak for an hour. She sat at a chair six feet away from him, listening to his tight sobs, watching his shoulders bunch, while she embraced her old friend, guilt.

“You’ve been through a lot, Mulder. We both have. It’s been a difficult…”

“Life?” he supplied.

“I was going to say time, but yeah. That too.” She laughed and so did he. His fingers edged forward again, touching hers this time. Heat sparked. He felt it too, he almost recoiled in shock, but pressed on, covering her hand with his. He clasped it gently, lifted it, nuzzled her knuckles, eyes closed so she could admire the length of his lashes and the furrow between his brows. A lifetime of pain in two creases. She had an urge to kiss them, run her tongue along the downy lines of them, taste his familiar skin.

“We should go,” she said, after a time.

He held the door open for her and stooped inside the car, dazzling her with his smile. “Just remember, I don’t go all the way on first dates.”

“What about first base?” she said, after he’d already shut the door.

They drove back, listening to an 80s radio station that Mulder found with ease. He belted out Living on a Prayer and other big ballads, air guitar and all. She smiled all the way to the house. When she parked, Sinead O’Connor’s singular voice introduced Nothing Compares 2 U. She went to turn the radio off but he held her wrist.

“I love this song,” he said. “Prince’s masterful lyrics. And that video clip.”

“It was a powerful statement,” she replied and let his fingers curl around hers.

“I really did enjoy this, Scully. Going out, you know, where people are…out there. It’s hard sometimes. I…don’t…I haven’t done it often because it feels like I’m a trespasser, that I don’t belong.”

“You never did. We never did, Mulder. We were always on the outer.”

“But with you,” he said, snugging her single hand in both of his. “I always felt braver in company.”

Heat spread in her chest, her heart pinged. She didn’t know what to say. Literally no words formed, despite her mouth falling open. Tears burnt at her eyes but she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t.

“What about that first base, Scully?” His smile was a little hopeful, a lot wobbly.

She nodded. He captured her open lips and closed them between his. It was strange and familiar, old and new again. Sparkles glittered behind her eyes, just like those dust motes. When was that? Just a few hours ago? Surely not. That glitter welcome party was a lifetime ago.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #xfficchallenges #challenge: social gathering #a lifetime ago #msr

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princess-josie-riki · 3 years

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Poor Ludu feels sad because she's been horribly injured while protecting humans from her evil brother, Booga and it ended with her blood being splattered across the floor. Now she is crying while bleeding. All right, everyone sit down, quiet down, listen up! I've brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries Like every year, we'll start with A and we'll end with Z Alright, is the band ready? (Ready!) All right, hit it boils (a-one, and a-two) A is for Amber who drowned in a pool B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls C is for Curt with disease of the brain D is for Daniel derailed on a train E is for Erik who was buried alive F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye G is for Greg who died in the womb H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number's up We all fall down Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You'll wither away in your resting place Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes J is for Johnny who was bitten by snakes K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head L is for Larry who bled and bled M is for Marie who was burnt to a crisp N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists O is for Olive who lived life too fast P is for Pat who swallowed some glass Lalalalalalala lalala Lalalalalalala lalala Lalalalalalala lalala Lalalalalalala lalala (Alright lads, altogether now!) One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number's up We all fall down Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You'll wither away in your resting place Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail R is for Reyna who rotted in jail S is for Steve who was shot with a bow T is for Tori who froze in the snow U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof W is for Will who was hit by a car X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar Y is for Yessy who fell from a plane Z is for Zack who simply went insane ~ A Gorey Demise (Creature Feature) I hope you like it! Dragon Quest (c) Square-Enix and Armor Project A Gorey Demise (c) Creature Feature Ludu, idea and artwork (c) me

#dragon quest #oc #original character #a gorey demise #blood #gore

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a-deadly-serenade · 3 years

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bro imma just say this rn if u see a girl w/ hair on her legs of armpits or frankkly ANYWHERE on her body and ur instinctual reaction is to go “ew gross 🤢🤢 soooo unsanitary” i just want u to know that u are weak and i will pummel ur bones into dust

#some recent twitter post got me reeling again

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autumn-foxfire · 4 years

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Honestly feel like purity and call out culture really shines in this fandom, like people no longer feel safe just liking a character cuz it’s a cool character no matter is it a hero or a villain, now suddenly they have to write essays either on how ‘No I don’t support his actions guys I promise’ or how ‘The bad guys are the good guys actually and you who like heroes should be ashamed.’ Like, liking a cool design doesn’t determine who you are as a person 1/5

villains and heroes are both made to be likeable in different ways and for different reasons. Like god my first big fandom was Durarara and I was and always will be an Izaya fan and it felt so good to see his stupid mug get fucking decked once a season. Villains are likeable so it’s fun to watch them. Not saying you can’t have a cast of villains people are supposed to hate but I just don’t personally think that’s as fun 2/5

its more fun when villains are complex people with their own lives and decisions who you might want to see redeemed, you might want to see succeed in their evil, you might want to see pummeled into dust, but no matter what, are fun and enjoyable to watch and follow. It seems like people just cling so strongly to only enjoying morally 100% pure things, which I get because there exist toxic people who will skin you alive for supporting murder cuz u like villains or some other such nonsense 3/5

but I feel like its such a shame that you can’t just enjoy villains how they are written, that you have to basically rewrite them in your head to ‘allow’ yourself to enjoy them. It just seems like so much work for no reason, rewriting villains as uwu soft beans who just want to change the world for the better uwu instead of going DID YA SEE WHAT HE DID HE DEMOLSIHED EVERYTHING IT WAS SO COOL 4/5

and enjoying villains for who they are, bad people, with sad pasts that may have pushed them on this path, but that made conscious decision to start that path and to keep going along it no matter what and that’s what makes them cool and that what makes them scary and that’s what makes them FUN. This fandom should just let itself have more fun. 5/5

If liking a character means you support what they do in real life then I’m a horrible person because I too adore Izaya “lets ruin lives for fun!” Orihara as much as anyone with a brain who has watched Durarara!! should :p

(I should I add that I too took so much satisfaction in watching Izaya get what he deserved. Except the last fight, while Izaya had what happened coming to him, no one was really innocent in ketsu and I feel some of them *cough* Shinra, Shizuo, Vorona *cough* got off lighter then they really should have but that’s just my personal gripe with the light novel/manga/anime)

I agree with you completely though, fandom has gotten to be so toxic nowadays that people feel like they have to justify the reasons as to why they like the characters, some even going as far as to sharing their own trauma just so it’s “acceptable” for them to enjoy certain character for people who don’t know them and will never interact with them in their lives outside of the internet.

It’s beyond a joke. You should be allowed to like a character because they’re interesting! You should be allowed to support a character being an awful human being in the work of fiction without people thinking you actually support *insert horrible thing* in real life! My god, just because I like Izaya doesn’t mean I think it’s a good idea to drug suicidal people and question them on their beliefs and just because I like Dabi doesn’t mean I think people should be allowed to burn others alive in real life.

Villains can be some of the best characters in anime/manga/shows/books and they’re written that way for a reason because a bland villain makes a boring story. They need to be compelling to tell a good story so it’s no surprise that good villains get fans and support.

Honestly purity culture either needs to die or tone itself back a lot because it’s ruining what makes fandoms fun.

#personal #thanks for the ask!!#ps if you ever want to talk about Izaya I'll always talk about him because I love him way too much XD #Anonymous

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roseamongroses · 4 years

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W.A.L: “Fly Me to the Moon” (Part 2)

s u m m a r y

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.Neither cared much for staying trapped.So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries, Mentions of past Death, repression, cursing, some dissociation

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani, Elliot, Kai, Lauren, Dot

Ship: Roceit

1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

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“It’s almost time,” Roman murmured, passing Deceit a silver key, “You know your way to the room?”

Deceit nodded, “Are you sure you don’t want Lauren there with you?”

Roman tilted his head towards Lauren--who was laughing with Elliot, “I wouldn’t want to ruin her fun...What?”he asked.

Deceit lips quirked and he gently grasped Romans chin, forcing them to face him, “If you need me, just call,” he said, not leaving room for argument.

“Of course I will,” Roman said, not wavering, “We’re partners.”

---

Below the ballroom, there was a crystal staircase spiraling down, down, down. It passed the guest rooms, it passed the kitchen, it passed the gardens, and the pools, it passed the shrines, the statues, it even passed the wine cellar. Where it stopped, was still up for debate, but where the duel was taking place was most comparable to a pit.

It wasn’t a filthy pit, it was a humongous concave glass room with spectators eagerly spectating on the outside, wine glasses in hand. It was a dueling room specifically made for the occasion, with walls too slick for escape, and too artificial to be manipulated. Inside the gigantic fishbowl were a series of the elements that could be manipulated, ranging from small mountains, to man-made lakes, to coals, ect.

Ms. Annalise Drak’on certainly knew how to put on a show, such a shame that she was nowhere in sight--She was called out for business seconds ago.

Logan wasn’t worried. He had no reason to be, this was an inevitability after all those years ago when he first challenged Roman, when he first lost.

There were a lot of reasons Logan doubted that he really lost, one of them being the fact that Roman had been atrociously ill for weeks on end afterwards-- he couldn’t even stand, so how could they last an entire fight? Logan knew Remus doted on Roman, it wasn’t a stretch to consider that he would’ve taken his brother’s place in the duel. Two; it was the only reasonable outcome. Logan was the most technically sound, he was the most consistent, he was everything his father had ever wanted.

So he deserved to win.

Logan had felt Roman before he saw them. Everyone did. The light clicking of heels only faintly registering after the oppressive heat of their magic. Roman was a fire clothed in black, with an expression some could describe as a boredom.

Logan would describe it as arrogance. An uncomfortable cruelty played on Roman’s lips as he entered the fishbowl and locked eyes with Logan.

“You’re late,” Logan said, hyper aware of how their audience hushed, anticipation building with each whisper and exchange of money.

Roman didn’t respond, stretching his arms, an audible crack echoing.

Logan’s lips pursed, “The silent treatment?” he said unimpressed, “Really?”

Roman gave him a flat look before rolling up his silk sleeves.

Logan took that as his cue to begin.

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Jagged stone erupted, hot on Roman’s trail and Logan gritted his teeth as they evaded time after time again. Not once attacking Logan back.

“Is this a joke to you,” Logan hissed, wings fluttering as he launched himself over the rubble. All around them, the crowd’s fever had grown, the shouts and jeers poison to Logan’s ears.

Roman tumbled in front of him, just barely missing the water's edge. He pushed his hair from his face, standing up with tightly coiled shoulders, raising an eyebrow at the question.

Logan knew they had to break eventually. He could see Roman’s irritation each time he was tossed around and nearly pummeled. No one liked being cornered, it made people reckless, and Logan knew reckless was the one thing Roman couldn’t afford to do.

He strode towards them with purpose, tremors pulsing each step.

Roman wouldn’t use his magic?

Fine.

Logan settled into his stance, raising his chin, “Fight me, or leave.”

Roman’s eyes flickered dangerously, his smile sharp as he mimicked Logan’s stance.

To an on looker, you wouldn’t have been able to tell who swung first, but once they gained momentum it was brutal. Logan had been the one getting in most of the hits, but Roman was light on his feet, always evading, evading, evading. The Damn Coward.

Then, Logan caught Roman’s arm, jolting the earth at the same time catching them off guard. He twisted them around, letting the debris crash down with them. And like that it was over, Logan had won, he could breathe.

“Yield,” Logan, rasped, squeezing, satisfied by how Roman recoiled in his grip, pain intense in their eyes. Dust billowed all around them, covering Roman’s defeat, but it wouldn’t be long until it settled, all Logan had to do was wait till it settled.

All Roman had to do was yield.

“Fuck. You,” Roman spat, voice mangled and thick and Logan froze, heart still.

Ever so innocently a trickle of blood ran down the side of Roman’s cheek, the scratch a nasty smear in the midst of the grime. A sign of humanity at its finest and Logan felt sick.

Then Roman's eyes slitted a dangerous yellow, a too sharp smile.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Logan choked out.

Deceit twisted unnaturally, slamming his head into Logan’s. Pain seared in Logan’s head as he was thrown into the dust, Deceit stalking after. Before Logan could stand up he felt two, steady hands grip his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the ground.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” Deceit grunted, the spanish fouled with a strange accent, “You’re going to get the fuck over this bullshit and leave us alone,” he said, teeth twisting sharp, “Today Roman won and you’ll get over it,”

“He doesn’t deserve it,” Logan snarled, thrashing, but their body throbbed at how they tightened their grip. This didn’t make any sense, he’s fought Deceit before and while he was stronger physically, Logan doubts he was always this overwhelmingly strong unless…

Deceit had always been a liar so was it really a stretch that he lied about that as well?

“He won the duel the first time,” Deceit said cold, “He doesn’t need to prove it again, ” his eyes narrowed, predatory, “And It doesn’t matter who you think deserves it,”

“Then what does matter,” Logan said, the ground shaking underneath them, but Deceit refused to budge. He felt his energy draining, he couldn’t-- he couldn’t keep doing this, but he had to, “If it isn’t about strength, if it isn’t about skill, then what the fuck does matter,”

At that, Deceit’s face darkened, “It’s about who wants it more,” he said, the words slipping off his tongue like he’s said it many times before, “It's about who’ll keep going even if they have nothing left to go on,” he loosened his grip, not enough for Logan to break free, but enough that they knew he didn’t consider Logan a threat right now, “And obviously you want to be heir more.” he said, “So you can have it,”

“What…” Logan blinked, the words foreign, “You can’t decide that--”

“I can’t,” Deceit agreed, “But Roman did-- he’s making a deal with Drak’on right now,”

“And… Why all of this?” Logan closed his eyes, dread rising, “--What’s the catch?”

“When that dust settles, Roman will be declared the uncontested winner in front of all of those people, ” Deceit murmured, “But in a couple of months…” he dragged his tongue across his teeth, “You’ll be crowned heir.”

Logan Sanders would be a fraud.

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Deceit found the room easy enough, passing slipping into invisibility and avoiding the chaos that followed the duel. People straggled in the halls stinking of alcohol and with their elaborate clothes in dissaray.

Deceit unlocked the door to their room, easing open the door carefully. The room was dark, with the only light coming in from the silk curtains in front of what Deceit assumed to be a balcony. There was a door connecting their room to the brats room, if all the noise was anything to go by. Deceit didn’t bother going to check on them.

Roman’s earlier clothes scattered in a pile beside the bed, along with his sash and an open bottle of wine. Deceit sighed, making his way to the balcony.

“Was it that bad?” Deceit said, making sure to keep his voice low as he stepped through the curtains.

“I hate her,” Roman said, looking up, his eyes puffy and face scrubbed raw. Deceit knew they had been crying, but they didn’t look upset anymore, only at peace.

“But it's over,” Deceit said, eyeing the wineglass.

“It is over,” Roman agreed, setting down the glass. They uncurled themselves, tugging Deceit’s black shirt down in a halfhearted attempt to maintain some modesty, “The papers should be drafted and signed within the next week or so and then… she just has to hold up her end of the deal.”

“Will she?”

“She has no reason not to,” Roman shrugged, “She got what she wanted. I wish she didn’t, but…” He sighed, tilting his head back, “Lauren needs her mom. I--” his voice cracked, “I can’t believe I’ll get to see them again.”

Deceit felt a familiar, bitter ache rise in him, “We should get to bed,” he said, trying to muster the strength to turn away, to get away. He couldn’t keep his anger locked up for forever, but he wouldn’t let it ruin this--he couldn’t let it ruin Roman.

“Wait, Eden--” Roman said , face scrunched up. Deceit couldn’t hide his flinch at the name, “Eden… Thank you for tonight,” he said, playing with a stray curl.

Deceit was not above using his magic to hide his blush, “You don’t need to thank me every time,” he said, clearing his throat, “We’re friends,” Partners.

“That’s why I’m going to thank you every time,” Roman said, smiling wide, “Eden, you care about me and I like that. I care about you, so if there’s anything you want you can ask, y’know that right?”

Wanting was dangerous to indulge in and Deceit had already indulged enough just by letting Roman this close. It only made Deceit want to get even closer. It made everything more distracting, it made Roman distracting. Little things that Deceit normally didn’t normally notice came sharply into focus and-- “Don’t call me that,” Deceit blurted out instead.

Roman froze, eyes wide, “Call you what?”

“ I-” Deceit sighed, “...Eden-- I don’t want you to call me Eden,” he said, swallowing, “It isn’t my name... He isn’t me. I wanted it, but… I can’t have it,” he said.

‘I can’t have him’ Deceit reminded himself, “Every time I hear it-- every time I see myself I see--”

(Blood. So much blood.)

“You don’t have to explain,” Roman whispered, staring at something--

Deceit reached up to his face, but he felt no scales-- still Roman was staring, he was staring, he knew--

“Darling?” Roman’s voice gently broke through Deceit’s thoughts, “What do you want me to call you?

Deceit could finally exhale.

#ts sides #sanders sides #roceit #ts roman sanders #ts janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #Winners Among the Losing

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