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halcyone-of-the-sea · 9 months

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Wow! As the header says, my blog just went past 5k followers - I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who hopped on for this journey; I'm having the time of my life sharing my writing with you all.

In celebration and as a way to have a little fun - I'll be opening my inbox for a day and letting those who want to send in something fill it up!

Now, I know you're probably asking yourself 'Hal, I thought you said requests are going to be closed so you can finish the ones you have and work on the AUs?' And you'd be correct - I did say that. I'm not going to be writing full-length works for this event.

To anyone who sends something in (and follows the rules I have in place on my Request Form (be sure to check it even if you've already read it, I added some more characters and other stuff)) I'll be writing one-to-two page drabbles!

All this being said, after this post is uploaded I'll be opening my inbox up to anyone who would want to participate and closing it exactly one day after!

Thank you again for being the best community ever - I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by kind and respectful individuals as well as mutuals who are mind-numbingly sweet. I could not have achieved all of this without you; I think that's beautiful.

This post will also serve as the Masterlist for all of the expected drabbles, so if you'd like to keep updated on what's going to be happening/being written soon, this would be a good place to hang out!

ALL COMPLETED AS OF 11/5/2023

IMAGES USED: A black retriever in an extensive mountainous landscape by Maud Earl & L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo by Roberto Ferri || TOTAL: 5

➣The Perfect One

╰┈➤ ❝ [He stares at the rings under the glass with an acute narrowness to his eyes. He inspects every one as if a bomb might go off at any second, not missing a single detail in the metal.] ❞

➣Get In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Coming home with bruises and stitched wounds, you drag him into the bathroom to wash away the memories.] ❞

➣Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

➣Here Now

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

➣Burst Veins

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Fallen Angel by Roberto Ferri & Nature of Fear by Nicola Samori || TOTAL: 5

➣Nervous Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

➣Blood Like Obsidian

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

➣Supposed To Happen

╰┈➤ ❝ [You died and left him a child he had no idea existed. How can he even begin to try and understand?] ❞

➣Digging Gaze

╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

➣Sole Survivor

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

IMAGES USED: White and Black by Vadim Gorbatov & Saint Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne || TOTAL: 7

➣Didn't Mean It

╰┈➤ ❝ [Arguments are rare, certainly ones that leave you in tears.] ❞

➣Him, Her, and the Dog

╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

➣Drunken Sappiness

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

➣How Do You Listen To That?

╰┈➤ ❝ [It was three a.m. when you all got the call to load up, but what's the best way to wake both yourself and the Sergeant up?] ❞

➣Finally Broken

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

➣Don't Look At Her

╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞

➣In His Head

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of his SFW and NSFW quirks.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Scene from the Great Flood by Joseph-Désiré Court & Saint Jerome in Prayer by Carlo Dolci || TOTAL: 7

➣Life Snaps By In Flashes

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

➣Heart-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.] ❞

➣From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

➣Find Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode.] ❞

➣Still The Same Fools

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

➣Is This Why?

╰┈➤ ❝ [He finally sees why you never introduced him to your parents.] ❞

➣Oblivious Pining

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

IMAGES USED: King Gustav III of Sweden and His Brothers by Alexander Roslin & Geography lesson by Eduard Karl Gustav Lebrecht Pistorius || TOTAL: 6

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

➣Paint The Dawn; Paint My Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [In the midst of war and death, there's little time for pleasure. All you had was a ripped-up sketchbook to call your own, its contents littered with the rough face of your comrade.] ❞

➣Hold Her Close

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

➣When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

➣Movies and Stale Popcorn

╰┈➤ ❝ [Oak and Keegan finally get to watch that movie.] ❞

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER:

➣To The Boy of My Childhood

╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

➣Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio & Amor Vincit Omnia by Caravaggio || TOTAL: 17

CAPTAIN JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH:

➣New Paint

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

➣A Song of Gnashing Teeth

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

➣Listen To My Voice

╰┈➤ ❝ [He orders you to focus on him as the sounds outside the cell get closer. He promises nothing will happen to you. You know he's lying.] ❞

➣Look At The Stars; Look At Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stargazing in the middle of an overgrown and wild glade.] ❞

➣Alive and Breathing

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

➣I Can See It In Your Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

➣A Green-Eyed Monster

╰┈➤ ❝ [You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.] ❞

SERGEANT GARY 'ROACH' SANDERSON:

➣Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

➣Raining Cats and Dogs

╰┈➤ ❝ [Roach has a deep love of storms.] ❞

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KELLER:

➣Bright-Eyed History Lesson

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS:

➣Hold Me Longer

╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO 'RUDY' PARRA:

➣A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES:

➣Sleeping On The Porch

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

➣Love Echoes In Silence

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can feel him watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile. Humming to yourself, you listen to the birds outside the window.] ❞

SEBASTIAN JOSEF KRUEGER:

➣Ain't Giving Up My Pride

╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

ALL 141 INCLUDED (SEPARATE):

➣Count The Hours

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

➣Wide-Eyed Panic

╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

#halcyone updates #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod x female reader #5k celebration #cod masterlist

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snoopsnoop07 · 1 month

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Francis (milk man) x reader or something ig

Guys this is a joke😔😔😔😜😜😜

⚠️WARNING SUPER SAD DONT READ IF UR SAD⚠️

Angst to smut😭😭😔😔😔🕊️🧍‍♂️🕊️🕊️🕊️

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” I protest to him grabbing his hand. The moon was illuminating the train station while me and Francis were facing each other in front of the train that was getting ready to leave. My blue orbs meet with his brown eyes as he looks at me with guilt. “I’m sorry my love, when I get home I promise I will stay with you forever, I really love you” he lifts the hand that I’m holding and kisses my wrist. My grip loosened up and he walked in the train “I promise to meet you again. Please wait for me” he waves goodbye from the window of the train. I wave goodbye with tears in my eyes and watch him leave.

TIME SKIP 69 years later

Music is playing from the radio. Specifically weezer as I bake chocolate chip cookies to cleanse my mind. As I put them in the oven waiting for my husband to come home. I’m super ecstatic at the thought of seeing him again. I decided to turn on the tv to pass the time. As I flip through the channels my eye catches the news channel. “Today we reported that a train heading to our city exploded. We don’t have any reports on the survivors. We will update you later this evening.” Wait. I thought to myself. “My husband is on that” I leaped up in the air and immediately called his cellphone. But before anyone could pick up I heard a knock on the door. The doorman doesnt let doppelgängers inside the building. I rushed to open the door and before I could say a word Francis wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately and desperately. “I…I missed you…” he whispered between kisses.

⚠️SMUT PART.. RN!!😝😝😜😜😜🐷🐷😡🥰🇺🇸😈🕊️🦅👉⚠️

He gently leads me more into our apartment as he closes and locks the door. His kisses stop and start again but this time on my jawline down to my neck “Francis… shouldn’t we continue this in our bedroom?” He stops and looks at me with his sleepy eyes. Suddenly I feel his hand on my back and carries me to our bedroom bridal style. “I missed you so much sugar pie..” he says “I’m sorry for leaving you back then…. But I came back for you” he opens the bedroom door with his back and gently lays me on the bed. He starts to unbutton my shirt as he kisses my neck “please… let me do all the work” his tone had a slight whine. Then he pins me down and starts kissing my collarbone as his fingers trace down to my bra and then he unhooks it. I haven’t felt like this for so long but I feel eager, Francis notices and starts to take his own shirt too. Quickly he takes off your jeans out of desperation to see you. He starts to leave hickeys on my chest and neck as he massages one of my breasts. “Just relax sugar… that’s how it feels to ride an f150…” he whispers into my ear and kisses my forehead. He goes down towards my thighs and kisses them as he stares at me with a lustful and hungry expression. “Please sugar plum let me taste you…” he begs as he takes off my panties slowly. Again starting to kiss my thighs and gently biting them. Which makes me let out small moans. He trails kisses down towards my core. He swipes his tongue passionately through it which makes me whimper a bit. “You taste so good… please let me eat you more… you can take it right?” I couldn’t even say a complete sentence before he started to completely eat me out. It was too good. Yippie! “So pretty… just for me” he whispers while munching. He then starts to move his tongue quicker, yeowch! “Please… cum already… I want it NEOOOWWW” Suddenly I SQUIRTED all over his face!!! “Now darling.. tell me. Put a finger if you can squirt!” *puts a finger down* “good grill~” he trails kisses towards my chest now “i-i need to be in you.. He whimpers out. “Please” I nod in agreement. He gets up and quickly unbuckles his belt and yanks off his jeans. I can see through his bulging boxers that he’s ready to RUMBLE. He takes off his boxers and HOLY CRAP HIS DINGALING CHICKEN DRUMSTICK SPRINGS UP IN EXCITEMENT AND IT'S BIGGER THAN DRAKES!!! “Donald trump… if you can hear us, please save us..” I start to pray quietly. I open my legs like a turkey in a thanksgiving meal. He lines up with me and SLOWLY shoves it in, ouchies!!! He whimpers as he goes BALLS DEEP EVERYONE, CHEEKS CLAPPING!! He starts to thrust slowly making sure it doesn’t hurt yayyy! So I start to beg “Francis please go faster… I need to know how it’s like to ride an f150” then I flip him over so I’m the alpha male, Rawr!! Then I start to ride him going up and down so I know how to ride a ford F150. Yippie! His slender hands grab my hips and POUNDS me deep into his bawls, my back arches as he starts to guide me “good grill~ you’re so good at satisfying me…….AHHGGGGHGGG FASTER BUDDY BOY AHHHHHHHHHG~~~ MGHHHHHH” muffled screams fortunately weren’t heard through the apartments soundproof room. “I’m about to COMBUST” same!!! Then we both bust a nut!!! Yippie the end!!!……. OK GUYS GO LIKE AND SUSCRIBE TO THE AWESOME CHANNEL. POG CHAMP🗣️🔥🔥🔥

#milkman #x reader #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses #art

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draagu · 3 months

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return of the silly goobers! this post might get silent updates as i make tiny changes

surv! bit of a basic white color but with some patterns on em! got their little survivor symbol hood thing, so still dapper as ever

not shown here really but they still have the explosive mark on the back of their head

nighty! nothing significantly different with them, also still dapper as ever

no changes here! monk is still silly, the marks on their arms are results of a mess up when they were first learning crafts

and of course, got their goggles from gourm

hunter! still got their short tail, but now they have little earrings representing sig. colors are a bit updated tooo

spear and riv have made their mark on their bandages too

arti! only major change is some colors, their bandana has a little patch now since it was broken and then mended by gourm

gourmand got mostly color updates, a lot more warm now, and update i did in fact silently update this

rivvy, my favorite I lov them, they have even MORE frills now and little scaley spots, absolute fish I lov them. they have some pink freckles too! the fins do have a gradient, but! thats not required for any art

pufferfish colored pearls on their tail of course

spear got some earrings too that represent suns, also some multicolor freckles as well. starting to realize the amount of designs I have that have freckles oops

also pufferfish jewelry of course

no changes here! saint is still floomfy, their paw pads are still orange and blue too

enot no longer has white on their ears! and some differently colored lashes. still got their iconic heart tail though

#my art #rw survivor #rw nightcat #rw monk #rw hunter #rw gourmand #rw artificer #rw rivulet #rw spearmaster #rw saint #rw enot #rain world #rain world art #dragu.art

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your-eternal-lies · 28 days

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YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter one)

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PAIRING — Steve Rogers x f!Reader SUMMARY — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

WARNINGS — None.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER ONE HELLO, NEIGHBOUR

Steve Rogers stands before the sleek new digital coffee maker on his kitchen counter, his fingers fumbling with the confusing array of buttons.

“Come on,” he mutters under his breath, blue eyes narrowing in concentration. The machine beeps in protest, flashing symbols that might as well be hieroglyphs for all the sense they make to him.

Back in his day, he reminisces as he jabs futilely at the modern contraption, all he needed were some grounds, water, and a bit of heat. So, why does this have to be so complicated?

But the LED display just flickers mockingly at him before flashing an error message, which only adds insult to injury.

As Steve stands there, engaged in his silent battle with technology, his phone vibrates on the counter. It’s from Natasha, and for a minute, he thinks he’s being called into work. Instead, her words pop up on the screen like tiny grenades:

Natasha: Have you asked out Sharon yet? Natasha: She’s cute AND a nurse—practical for a guy who gets shot at for a living.

He sighs, pocketing his phone as he leans against the counter. Sharon is cute, he relents, but asking her out means stepping into unfamiliar territory.

He tells himself that he can’t afford any distractions, thinking about his duty to SHIELD, about the literal shield that feels a bit heavier with each passing day. After Peggy, Bucky, the ice… he didn’t feel like it was fair to drag an innocent civilian into this crazy life of his.

A lot of the time he still feels like that awkward and skinny Brooklyn boy, who had never even danced with a woman before, let alone go on a date with one. They had always looked at him with a sad mix of pity and derision, would much rather hang off the arm of someone like Bucky.

And despite his now… enhanced, shall we say, appearance, the looks of admiration he often gets now just seem to ring hollow.

He knows Natasha means well. She understands the weight of history he carries in his heart, as she’s got her own demons she fights to keep at bay. So, Steve never faults her for encouraging him to have a life outside of work… even if she doesn’t necessarily take her own advice.

Well, he knows shockingly little about her, so he doesn’t know that for sure.

Shaking his head, Steve decides to give the coffee machine one last chance, pushing what he hopes is the right combination of buttons. The machine whirrs affirmatively, and victory seems to be within reach for one hopeful minute—until it sputters pathetically and then goes dark altogether.

“Ah, forget it!” Giving up, Steve unplugs the machine, deciding that he’ll just have to conquer the world of espresso another day.

Clad in a simple t-shirt and jeans, a far cry from his Captain America garb, he decides to head downstairs to the Starbucks on the first floor.

At least there, getting coffee is easy.

Just down the hallway, you stand before your dresser, rummaging through its contents.

When your hand finally emerges victorious, it’s clutching the lone survivor of your clean underwear collection—a single polka-dotted testament to your chronic procrastination.

Laundry day cannot be ignored any longer, not unless you wanted to start fashioning outfits out of your dish towels.

Resignation slumps your shoulders as you zip around your apartment to gather the scattered attire strewn across the floor, each garment snatched up and tossed unceremoniously into the gaping maw of your laundry basket.

With the basket brimming, you wedge a hip against it to keep everything contained. You move slowly towards the door, putting on a pair of slippers, only to be stopped by the sound of whimpering coming from your couch.

“No, Chuck,” you remind your unofficial roommate, a German Shepherd who goes by the name of Charlie—or Chuck, as you prefer to call him. “You can’t come. You are banned from the laundry room after ‘the incident’.”

But Chuck’s tail continues to wag hopefully, his large brown eyes shining, his head tilted to the side in the very picture of innocence.

You soften, but only a touch when you remember him peeing all over your freshly washed, neatly folded laundry, meaning you had to start all over again.

“Nice try, buddy,” you give him a half-hearted glare. He lets out a soft woof, and you swear you see judgment in his eyes as he looks at your leaning tower of laundry. Well, what does he know, the big oaf? He licks his own butt. “Couch fortress until I return, okay?”

The hallway outside your door is its usual self—stale air, the faint smell of someone’s burnt breakfast, and the muffled echo of someone’s TV playing what sounds like a rerun of I Love Lucy.

As you round the corner, the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. There, leaning against the wall with a casual grace that flies in the face of a man who leaps out of planes and fights aliens for a living, is him.

Captain America himself, in all his star-spangled glory, waiting for the same ride down to the lobby.

Oh, no. Nnnnope.

You are not taking the elevator with Steve freaking Rogers, carrying an arm full of your unwashed unmentionables while dressed in old PJs and a tank top. There is no way!

The urge to run back to the safety of your apartment is strong, where neither your couch nor your dog have arms that could bench press a Buick.

Maybe you could step back behind the corner, make a run for the stairwell, or maybe even pull the damn fire alarm—

But it’s too late. He’s heard you, already twisting slightly at his narrowed waist and tossing a glance back at you over his shoulder.

“Hey, neighbour,” he smiles. Your heart does an unwelcome somersault.

Well, at least the elevator ride would be quick… right?

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Notes — So, to encourage my writing, I’ve decided to make each chapter exactly 1,000 words, no more and no less. It’s harder than I thought it would be! But it also takes the pressure off to hit a longer word count and helps me manage the pacing. I hope you enjoy!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x you #summer’s fics

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soaricarus · 7 months

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DEAR VOIDS SLUGCAT DESIGNS HERE WE GO.

also this nightcat is seperate from my invterator askblog nightcat. for clarification

id honestly consider the cut arena scug 4 an oc at this point. it deviates so much from the One sprite we get. oops

seperates + Not So Line Lineup under cut AS WELL AS DESIGN NOTES woooh boy. MIND YOU its really long

the Not So Line Lineup

survivor! scar on snout is based on one of the cut arena sprites for player 1, it has a little.. scar? notch? line? there. survivor passage symbol on head as well and freckles :) some brown to match monk sorta. spikey fur!

^ what the scar is based on

overall more rounded than survivor, to reference the monk passage symbol which is also on their head. a little dewlap to reference gourmand - i think gourmand and survivor and monk are related. lighter yellows to reference survivor!

third sibling!!! the little orange line on their head is actually karma 7 (i realized survivor is karma 5 and monk is karma 6- so why not go with the theme?) and a sorta partial saint symbol on their head, missing the middle line. yellow/red accenting color to reference monk and survivor sorta. blu :)

sorta pinker. based on one of my old draft designs, just made a little better. green accent color to match sig. a little fluffy and sharp. ear tufts cause theyre fun and a tufted tail. hunter passage symbol is also on tail teehee. sig's head symbol is also on hunter. the scar is also green

nightcat is some sorta weird echo thing. to me. little wings for the fun of it. i dont have much on this design honestly other than i used dodge A Lot. the accenting pink on the dark purple parts was originally an accident but like? it vibes.

wanderer! cause actually why not. the white symbol on their chest is a half of sig's symbol, i'd like to think sig helped suns make wanderer. if you put its head symbol together with nightcat it makes the scholar :) blue accenting color is close to the negative/opposite colors of nightcat.

i dont have many notes for this biggol guy. sorta looks alike survivor and monk i suppose. feathers! theyre sorta rose colored i think. idk. it looks nice. simple patterns cause gourmand is a symbol guy

artiiii. i wanted to put an accent color on arti but it was so Hard because i was Stubborn and Needed That Damn Cyan on it. markings based on a siamese cat except for the ones on the arm and legs, theyre sort of tabby based?

green pup is tabby based in markings, pink sorta looks like flower petals. blue pup is siamese cat based in markings and the yellow? idk it looked nice

RIVULETTT. i love rivulet. i made the bright sunset gradient contrast by adding some darker but still vibrant blues and purples to the design, as well as a cream. there's also actual gills udner the display frills (which also got a color update to match instead of being an offbrand bi flag). also webbed fingers!!!

vibrant fuckin purple because it looks nice actually. made it have some cream-pink-purple thing as underbelly instead to make it look nicer. head markings are based directly on suns :) biggol Orb Eyes to Stare In Your Soul. accenting colors sorta match rivulet? idk? they just look nice without contrasting too much. also whiskers. and tall. and thin with long ass grabbers

i kept getting "portal colors" and "aroace flag" and like YEA YALL ARE RIGHT ACTUALLY i just wanted to fit blue and orange on it though lmao. anyway pretty simple body markings to make up for the Six Fucking Accent Colors. three forehead dots are yellow while there's an x on its back and head thats blue... to imitate the rot :) why? figure it out yourself

inv!! not much has changed since honestly i just saturated the colors a bit more i think. idk. i like the yellow on inv though so i make it more prominent sorta? just a guy. still an iterator that turned itself into a slugcat. to me.

originally based on this cut arena slugcat

then i uh. accent color and scales and um. um. im so normal about this slugcat holyshit curveberry my beloved.... anyway the scales were originally a dark teal? then i hueshifted them and Oh Fuck Dusk Colors Holy Shit. its so good i genuinely love this design so much i doodled it lmao. the scales are based on a pangolin. i actually have ideas for this if it were to be a slugcat campaign...

another cut arena slug! this time this one. i tried to keep it more in line rather than go a bit silly ehe. i still like how this came out- i think the accent color is nice. it looks like bingus to me actually. bingus slugcat

iggy projection slug. weird thing with lines under its eyes

to me this is another of nsh's purposed messengers. the lil guy that sent the distateful message. whatever it was icr the exacts but. him. boy. the darker pink is like armor like a centipede. looks like ham to me

iggy projection slug that had silly little small ears so i thought i'd include them

i was having so much trouble with this design but @pinkavtomation actually helped me out because i was. Struggling so hard and i was streaming doing these designs in vc (for 9 hours straight... voids) 'n it sent this and honestly. yeah. funky vitiligo cat to me.

colors r sorta based on vanilla and chocolate icecream???? thats what i was thinkin when i was lookin at it honestly. just a lil guy to me

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

This series will be updated every weekend. If you’d like to be added to my Eddie taglist, let me know. I hope you enjoy the first chapter! - Love, Kiki ❤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil...and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, harassment, canon-typical violence

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.4 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | attempted sexual assault but Eddie saves the day, Jason Carver, canon-typical violence (Those are the chapter warnings. There will be lots of smut in the later chapters so please only read this if you’re 18+ years old!)

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! ♡

[Friday, March 22nd, 1986. NOW.]

It had already been there when you’d woken that morning, that strange, nagging feeling in your gut, like a silent shadow in the corner of the room. Dread. A sense of something being…wrong.

The feeling in your guts had started to grow when Robin had climbed into the passenger seat, and by the time you’d reached Forest Hills to pick up Max, it had spawned into a dark, sinking premonition.

“Holy shit, what the Hell’s happening here?”, Robin gawked at the sight unfurling in front of you when you steered the car to the side of the road, yellow police tape fluttering in the spring-breeze.

“Do you think something happened to Max?”, your friend gasped.

The trailer park was abuzz with police.

In the flashing red-and-blue lights of the police cars painting eerie patterns on the walls of the nearby trailers in the blushing light of dawn, cops whirred around the place like a swarm of flies over a rotten carcass.

And the dark premonition morphed into panic.

“No,” you breathed. “Not to Max.”

You didn’t hesitate a single second, didn’t wait for the officer walking up the gravelly road to reach your car

With Robin’s surprised call piercing the early-morning-air behind you, you burst out the door and broke into a run, ignoring the warning shouts of the officer right on your heels as your feet carried you across the crunching gravel, the haze of panic buzzing like static in your mind, turning your surroundings into white noise and blinking lights.

The gravel beneath your feet turned to dry patches of grass, and you reached the trailer, the crackling static of RT units and shouts filling the morning air around you, all blurring beneath the thundering of your heart, the rush of blood in your ears.

For a fleeting heartbeat, time seemed to freeze.

There was the door you’d walked out of for the last time on a freezing winter night three months ago, the blue paint chipped in places to form a familiar pattern that hit you like a punch in the guts.

The door was ajar to reveal the heap of fabric on the floor – and it took a moment for you to make sense of what you were seeing. To realize that strange shape sticking in the air like a zombie’s hand reaching out of its grave in a horror movie…was a hand. A real hand. But something was wrong, because the fingers were sticking out at the most grotesque angles, as if they’d been snapped like twigs, one by one.

It wasn’t a heap of fabric. It was a person.

Don’t let it be him.

“Miss, you can’t be here!” The voice was far away, blurry and dulled as if you were under water. Sinking deeper and deeper.

Don’t let it be him. Please, please, please don’t let it be him.

Hands grasped your shoulders, pulling you away from the trailer’s door.

But you’d already seen enough.

When they led you away, away from the horrid, disfigured hand stretching towards the ceiling and the dead body it belonged to, two things shattered the numbing daze of shock clouding your mind like stones hurled through a window.

Relief, because the broken body on the ground of the trailer…there had been no mess of unruly dark curls, no flash of tattoos, no ripped denim or worn-out leather.

And shame, because of the relief you felt even at the sight of the familiar scrunchie, a rich pine-needle green on strawberry blonde hair.

[Friday, September 6th, 1985. THEN.]

First came the headaches. They reverberated through your nerves as sharp as a knife’s edge, as if someone was working your head with a hammer drill, hard enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Then came the nosebleeds, sticky warm rivulets running from your nostrils to coat your tongue with the metallic tang that made nausea churn in your guts with the memories it elicited – of black, freezing shadows and screams, of fire and pain. So much pain.

It was one of these nosebleeds that had you burst out of the gym right now, away from the raging victory celebration going on inside and into the cool night air on the sports field.

And with the taste of blood coating your lips and running down your throat as you pressed one hand in front of your nose in a useless, half-hearted attempt to staunch the flow, came the panic.

It was a tingle at the tips of your fingers, racing along your nerves like a speeding train until it reached your chest, dark and cold and as sticky as the blood spilling from your nose. The panic, though, was harder to get rid of than the crimson stains on your clothes. So were the memories.

Memories you kept trying so hard to bury, of those thirty hours where control had been ripped away so thoroughly, so utterly, as the Mind Flayer had taken the wheel and forced you to watch, muted and frozen and locked away in your own head, a puppet dancing on its master’s string. And how the monster had made you dance.

Bile already rising in your throat, you broke into a run. You couldn’t run away from the demons in your memories, but you could run, do what the Mind Flayer had denied you. Moving would help battle that sticky dark thing that threatened to throttle you.

The sweat coating your skin from the past two hours of dancing and jumping and waving your pompons with that wide, frozen grin plastered to your face until your cheeks hurt, kept the bite of the cool night-air at bay for now as you raced across the freshly mowed grass of the sports-field and towards the line of trees, the small patch of woods separating Hawkins High from the white-picket-fence neighborhoods surrounding it.

The noise of the party in the gym was fading into the night with every step your feet carried you, and you let your hand sink back to your side. Blood still seeped from your right nostril, running over your lips before dribbling down onto the shirt of your cheerleader uniform. You made a mental note to buy a new pack of baking soda to scrub out the ugly stains before the game next week.

By the time you’d reached the tree line at the edge of the sports-field, your breathing was labored, your heart racing as if it was about to burst straight out of your ribcage – but the sensation of panic had started to subside, the weight on your chest beginning to ease with the first step you set into the darkness between the trees.

You’d just have to sit it out.

But here in the silence of the woods, with the already cooling night air that carried the scents of rot and decay and fading greens to herald the end of summer, breathing felt a lot easier than in the too hot, sweat-laced air inside the gym, the noise and shouts and laughter pressing in on you from all sides like a flood wave.

Your labored breaths mingling with the sounds of leaves rustling and twigs snapping beneath the soles of your sneakers with every step, you followed the small path cutting through the brambles, still so familiar despite the fact that you hadn’t set a foot into these woods in what felt like a lifetime. A minute passed, then two, until you reached the spot where you’d used to hang out with Nancy and Barb during lunch breaks, in the first year of High School.

Before Nancy had started dating Steve. Before Barb had gone missing and life had changed. Before you’d learned of faceless monsters, of evil shadows and girls with superpowers.

The picknick table was still there, in the middle of the small clearing. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you stepped closer, letting your hand skim over the weathered surface of the wooden tabletop, searching for something you knew would be here somewhere, and your smile widened as your fingertips brushed over the scratches in the rough wood, following the lines you’d carved into that table on a sunny day in late summer three years ago. A lifetime ago. You could see the edges and lines of the tiny letters, shadows beneath the pale light of the waning moon that hung low in the sky, its light obscured by the canopy of trees ahead.

Three sets of names, side by side. Barb Holland. Nancy Wheeler. And yours. You remembered that day clearly, because it had been one of the last lunchbreaks the three of you had spent at that table together.

Nancy had been giddy with happiness as she’d told Barb and you that Steve The Hair Harrington had asked her out on a date. You’d tried to be happy for her, had smiled even though you’d felt scared by the way things were inevitably going to change, that the three of you had started to grow up, entering this strange new world of High School that still felt like jumping face-first into a dark, dark lake without knowing what else would be in there. That time was…running out. It had, at least for Barb.

Later that afternoon, you’d put your name on the audition list to join the cheerleaders in a fit of need to do something to stop that feeling of getting left behind.

You all had tried to do what you could to make the best of High School. For Nancy, the means to the end of being popular enough not to be eaten in the shark tank that was Hawkins High had been Steve. Yours still was cheerleading.

God, how beautiful the time had been, when the scariest thing to happen was to not be invited to a party.

“Hey there,” a voice tore you from the past, and your head snapped up to the figure prowling towards you, stepping from the darkness between the trees.

“Jason,” you greeted, voice still a bit too high, laced with the residue of your earlier panic. You’d never liked Jason Carver. The guy gave you the heebie-jeebies.

“Saw you leave the party,” he explained, in that tone that demanded attention, that left no doubt that he was an alpha gifting the world with his presence. “Your nose is bleeding.”

“Yeah.”

Just go away and leave me be, you thought.

But he didn’t go away. Instead, he continued to step closer. To prowl closer, like a beast of prey rounding in on its dinner.

You couldn’t tell if the sense of danger that made your muscles tense was a warranted one, or simply an overreaction of the paranoia one got if they’d been chased by interdimensional monsters for the past three years.

“Won’t Chrissy miss you?”, you tried again, never leaving Jason out of your sight. You’d never understood how sweet, gentle Chrissy was so smitten with him. But then again, you didn’t know any of them that well apart from the basketball games and cheerleader training.

When Jason came to stand in front of you, a feeling of unease growing in your guts, he shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m here now.” He reached out, giving the silky green ribbon that held your hair in a high ponytail a flick that made you flinch away from him.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” he grinned. There was something dark in that grin, glinting and sharp like the edge of a razor blade, hidden beneath the superficial charm.

In a swift motion, he reached out again, tugging at the fabric to undo the ribbon, and your hair spilled from the ponytail. You watched the green piece of silk flutter to the dried leaves covering the ground, like a lonely streamer at the end of a party.

“I always thought you looked prettier with your hair down.”

It’s not my job to look pretty for you, you wanted to snap. I don’t care if you think I’m pretty.

Fuck off.

But none of the words actually left your lips. Your tongue had turned to lead, your whole body freezing like a deer in the headlights.

Only then did you realize the gravity of your current situation.

You were alone in the woods with that guy. Too far away to be heard if you screamed for help.

“I think I’ll head back to the party,” you said, pushing yourself away from the edge of the table to leave – but Jason’s hand shot out, wrapping around your upper arm with enough vigor to make the feeling of unease blaze into alarm.

“Come on, don’t be a bore. Keep me company. I won’t bite,” he smiled. His tone was even, calm – but the edge underneath made clear it had been a command, not a plea. You’d always found it unsettling, how Jason’s wide Hollywood-smiles never quite managed to reach his eyes.

After Barb had gone missing three years ago, the school had paid for an optional self-defense class for the female students. You’d gone because you’d been naïve enough to think three hours of info-dumping and a few basic karate-moves on a Sunday afternoon would help prepare you to fight monsters. Back then, you’d learned to never scream at the perpetrator, never get loud or rude. To stay friendly as not to hurt their sense of pride.

So that’s what you did now. Not yet trying to squirm out of Jason’s grip, you held his gaze and replied steadily, “I’m freezing, Jason. I want to go back inside before I catch a cold.”

“Well, good thing I’m here then. I can keep you warm.” He gave you a wink that made the alarm blow up into fear.

“My jacket will do just fine.”

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled, as if you’d made a joke.

“I’m aware what you meant. I’m not interested.” Your voice rose – but to what avail? You were alone with him. In the woods, in the middle of the night.

“Aw, come on. Don’t play little Miss Innocent in that outfit. If you didn’t want attention, you would’ve picked a skirt that didn’t reveal half your ass.”

The words felt like a slap.

“Let go of me, Jason.” You hated how your voice sounded. Small and frightened and weak.

“You wanted to be popular. How’s that saying go? If you want to fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn how to fly. You learned to fly.”

The implication was clear.

Before you could come up with a reply, Jason’s grip around your arm tightened, and your pained little wince fused into a fledgling cry as he pulled you closer, whirling you around until your lower back hit the edge of the picknick table. Pain shot up your spine with the impact as he used his body to pin you in place.

“No! STOP!”, you screamed as loud as your lungs would allow for in the fleeting hope to draw in help, struggling against him like a helpless little mouse in a trap. Your cry for help was cut off when Jason smashed his lips against yours.

Somehow, that was worse than all the monster-shit you’d gone through.

With all your strength, you slammed your hands against his chest to push him off of you – but it was hopeless. He was so much stronger than you.

Tears stung in your eyes at the nauseating taste of your own blood still on your lips mingling with the stale beer on Jason’s breath as he forced his tongue into your mouth, his knee between your legs to part them as he pressed you harder against the picknick table, hard enough for an outcry of pain to rip from your throat that got lost in the kiss he was forcing on you.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” Jason crooned against your lips, his breath too hot as it hit your face, “You’ll see. Thank me later.”

His words flipped a switch deep inside of you.

This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. You hadn’t survived the Mind Flayer’s grasp only for Jason Carver to force himself on you, for your control to be ripped away again like a ball in a fucking sports game.

Paralyzing panic turned to blazing fury.

When Jason’s lips pressed against your mouth again, you bit down. Hard.

Blood welled from Jason’s lip, and you felt like you’d throw up with the taste of it as Jason reeled back a few inches with a suppressed growl of anger and pain. A mistake, you realized. Before you’d bitten him, Jason had been calm, feeling save in the entitlement that whatever he wanted, the world and everyone within it were obliged to give it to him.

But now, there was rage in his eyes, flashing like lightning as his grip around your upper arms tightened when he shoved you harder against the picknick table, the wood digging into your lower back so painfully that you felt the air was pressed from your lungs as Jason hissed, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“NO!”, you screamed as Jason’s hands wandered down to grope your rear, caging you against that damn table –

“Hey! Get away from her!”, a shout pierced the night – as with a new rush of sizzling, white-hot rage, your fist connected with Jason’s face. Hard enough for pain to bolt through your own hand.

Jason reeled back with a suppressed shout of pain, one of his hands shooting up to cover his left eye with his expression contorting in a mix of shock, pain and icy anger – before he was ripped away from you.

“She said no. Are you deaf? Take your fucking hands off, asshole.”

To your surprise, Jason complied. Still seething, he took another step away from you as he turned to fully face the figure in the half-dark, finally clearing your own line of sight in the process.

There, in the middle of the clearing with fire in his eyes and a halo of messy curls around his face, stood Eddie Munson – Eddie The Freak – resident High School weirdo and leader of the school’s D&D club, his breathing labored as if he’d been running.

“What’s it to you, freak?”, Jason sneered, voice muffled as he let his hand sink from his eye to reveal the bruise already starting to form there, “What are you gonna do, huh?”

“Fuck around and find out.” Eddie’s gaze briefly flicked to you, before it came to rest back on Jason with the fury of a wildfire as he added sardonically, “The Hellfire Club’s still looking for a victim for our next satanic ritualistic sacrifice tomorrow evening.”

You waited for Jason to snap, to punch Eddie – but to your shellshocked surprise and relief, he seethed, “You know what, freak? You can have her. She’s not that hot.”

Glaring daggers first at you and then at Eddie, who was standing stock-still in the center of the clearing as he watched Jason’s hand brush over his bleeding lip, Jason walked away, leaving you and Eddie alone in the patch of moonlight that was falling through the foliage above.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice cut through the haze of shock in your mind, softened as he slowly stepped a little closer, “You okay?”

You snapped your eyes away from the spot where Jason had vanished into the night and met Eddie’s concerned gaze, parting your lips to reply that, yes, you were okay, as the mixture of shock and adrenaline, the sickening metallic tang of your own blood and Jason’s on your lips and the revolting remnants of his rancid taste in your mouth crescendoed to a wave of nausea that crashed over you like a rip curl.

You fell to your knees and retched.

Right over Eddie Munson’s sneakers.

To your surprise, though, he didn’t jump back with repulse.

As a new wave of dizziness washed over you and you hurled up the rest of your dinner, eyes stinging with the acidic taste of bile burning your throat, Eddie soothed, “It’s okay. Uh. Let it out, I guess. Let me just – is it okay if I hold your hair?”

You gave him a weak little nod.

With your permission, Eddie stepped closer, and with a movement that was strangely gentle, his fingers carded through your hair, pulling the strands away from your face to hold them at the back of your head as you continued to hurl up your guts.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

When the nausea finally ebbed, you let yourself fall back to sit on your heels, waiting for the spinning sensation of sickness and the throb of the oncoming headache to subside, the gentle tug of Eddie’s hands holding your hair vanishing as he let go and took a slow step backwards.

“Thanks,” you breathed softly.

“For what?”, Eddie asked, somewhat bewildered.

You waved vaguely at the remnants of your lunch decorating the dried leaves on the ground before you croaked, “I bet your evening took a really unexpected turn.”

You couldn’t see Eddie’s face beyond the darkness of your closed lids as you waited for the dizziness to wane so you could get up from the floor, but your heard him chuckle; a small, low sound that filled the night and took away some of the edge of what had just happened.

You pushed yourself back up on shaky legs, acutely aware of Eddie taking another deliberate step backwards and away from you as if he were afraid to startle you.

I fought monsters before, you wanted to tell him. I just wasn’t prepared for this one.

Eddie’s dark eyes finally met yours in a beat of awkward silence that settled over the clearing, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the cool breeze that carried the scents of fading summer; of greens and the woods and the flowers growing somewhere in a distant garden at the edge of the trees.

A single beam of moonlight was falling through the canopy of leaves above your heads, painting streaks of silver into the mane of dark curls falling around Eddie’s face, and he raised his eyebrows as if waiting for you to break the silence, hands raised at his sides as if he wanted to say, I’m not gonna hurt you.

“You’re – you’re not gonna faint on me, are you? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’d be a miserable first aider.”

“After throwing up all over your shoes, I’d like to save the opportunity to tick off this box in my game of Embarrassment Bingo for another time,” you reassured, but it came out as a weak croak, your throat hoarse with the acidic remnants of bile.

Fainting would at least spare you some of the humiliation that was coiling in your stomach – why exactly, you couldn’t even tell. Maybe because you’d thrown up all over his shoes. Maybe because he’d caught…well, he didn’t catch you and Jason. He’d caught Jason harassing you. You obviously knew that you’d done nothing wrong – it just didn’t feel like it.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Eddie said, vehemently – and the sudden sternness in his voice took you off guard as he added, “You sure you’re okay?”

You met his concern with a timid little smile of your own. “I’m fine. Really.”

“Uh-huh. Your nose is bleeding.” He gave a small, awkward nod in the direction of your nose.

“Yup,” you said, looking down at the shirt of your cheerleader uniform, the fabric smeared with stains of drying blood and splatters of vomit, “That shirt goes right in the laundry.”

That made him utter a surprised little laugh. A brief laugh, fleeting, but…you liked the sound of it, the way it lit up his whole face and made his dark eyes twinkle in the half-light of the moon as he threw you a cautious smile, probably trying to assess why you hadn’t already taken to your heels.

And realization started to sink in about what had just happened. What might have happened, hadn’t Eddie interrupted Jason.

You didn’t want to think about it.

But the alarm bells were still ringing in your mind, your senses still reeling with the high of adrenaline as you realized that you were still alone in the woods with a guy you didn’t actually know anything about other than the fact that Dustin and Mike worshiped the ground he was walking on, and that he was the resident School Freak. And while you only laughed about the petty-minded gossip about Eddie’s Hellfire Club being a satanist cult, the rumors about him dabbling in drug dealing, on the other hand, had to be rooted somewhere. You’d always found Eddie Munson somewhat menacing, with his ripped-denim-and-leather looks, the way he always seemed a little…unhinged.

And yet, the step you took backwards was automatic, guided more by your still activated flight-reflex than anything else – but the change of expression on Eddie’s face was immediate.

“I’m not gonna murder you,” he said, “Promise.” He drew out the last word.

“That sounds like a thing a murderer would say,” you deadpanned, but there was no bite in your tone. It managed to break the ice that had frozen the air between the two of you all of a sudden.

“If I wanted to stab you, I would’ve done it when you were busy puking all over my shoes,” Eddie grinned. It wasn’t a menacing grin. It was rather cute, in fact.

“Wait, what are you doing here, though?”, you blurted. “I mean, it is strange to be in the woods alone in the dark.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Well, since I know that I’m not the obligatory serial killer in the woods in the middle of the night” – he took a dramatic little step backwards, hands over his heart like a granny clutching her pearls – “maybe it’s you.”

You didn’t know why you were suddenly enough at ease to joke around with a guy you’d never talked to before, alone in the woods in the dark and after everything that had happened with Jason only moments before – but you were. It might have simply been a fit of gallows humor, of hysteria after the surge of adrenaline and danger. For some reason, you were simply feeling perfectly safe with Eddie Munson.

Snickering, you gestured at your bloodied, puke-splattered cheerleader uniform as you quipped, “I can’t be the killer. Don’t you watch horror movies? The cheerleader’s always the first one to bite the dust.”

“Well, in case there’s any killers roaming around,” Eddie retorted, “I’ll stay close so you and your iron fist can protect me.”

You laughed. The sound was so…foreign to your own ears. It was, you realized, the first real, true, heartfelt laugh ever since Starcourt.

“So, you’re not going to tell me about the top-secret business that brought you here in the middle of the night?”, you teased.

“That would take away the whole dark, mysterious appearance I’ve been working on so hard,” he winked, twirling a strand of his hair around his ringed fingers with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, before he added, “A drug deal, actually. I’m here for a drug deal.”

“Oh. Okay.” It was strange to hear him actually say it. Drug dealers were supposed to be scary boogeymen.

“You should head home. Wait, you need a ride or something? I could, I don’t know, walk you back to the parking lot –“

“No worries. It’s not that far. I’ll be fine.” With a smile, you added, “Thanks, anyway. For…” You trailed off. “I can handle it from here.”

“Please, just…let me walk you back to the parking lot, okay?”, Eddie said, giving you another one of his smiles, “Because my sleep cycle is messed up as it is and I’ll spend the rest of the night worrying if I let you walk back alone.”

You snickered. “I don’t need a savior. Though…it’s nice to know there would have been one.”

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m not a savior, princess. I’m the guy from the wrong side of town that your parents told you to steer clear of.”

The nickname didn’t sound creepy or lewd or anything like the pet names Jason and his basketball friends liked to call the cheerleaders. It sounded like an inside joke between the two of you. It sounded innocent. He gave you a grin. A genuine one that seemed to light up the whole clearing with its radiance.

“What about your drug deal?”

“What are they gonna do, sue me?” Eddie quipped. “I’m the only dealer around. I’m basically the owner of a monopoly.”

“I bet that’d look really great on your resume,” you snickered in response, and Eddie laughed, before waving at you to walk ahead down the path.

For a few minutes, the two of you walked in companionable silence. When the thicket of branches thinned and the orange glow of the lanterns illuminating the parking lot at the other side of the sports field came into view, the noise of the victory celebration in the gym – still in full swing, obviously – seeped into the chill air to chase away the tranquility of the woods.

Across the sports field, you could see throngs of people crowding the parking lot, laughing, some of them waving little flags with the Hawkins High tiger emblem.

Stepping out of the woods and onto the buzzed grass of the sports field felt a little surreal, like resurfacing from a dive into another world.

Turning around, you realized that Eddie hadn’t followed you. He was standing between the trees a few feet behind you, his head tilted and the ghost of a smirk on his face as he waited for you to cross the sports field to the parking lot.

“Thank you,” you said, with a little half-smile of your own.

“I told you, I’m not some knight in shining armor.”

“Well, let’s agree on that”, you quipped. “You’re not a knight in shining armor, and I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“Of course not,” he agreed, with a mix of sternness and tease. “If I ever get into a fight, I’m gonna give you a call so you can come to my rescue and whip some asses.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve slain more monsters than you did,” you grinned, slowly starting to walk backwards, away from Eddie and the looming woods. For some reason you didn’t want to leave just yet. It might have been the veil of the night that made it easier to let down the guard people upheld in the light of day – or it might just have been Eddie Munson and his endearing weirdness.

“Well, in that case,” Eddie quipped, stretching his arms like a pair of wings before he bent down in a deep, theatrical bow, “Fare thee well, slayer of monsters.”

Another soft laugh bubbled from your lips.

You realized that Eddie had somehow taken the edge off the shock and diffused the panic in your chest without you even realizing it.

With his parting words hanging in the chill late-summer air that ruffled his messy curls, you finally turned around and walked towards the parking lot, the singing, laughing crowds with their green-and-orange flags and banners ahead of you, and Eddie’s watchful gaze on your back as he waited a few heartbeats longer. Making sure there was no figure in the shadows following you.

[Friday, March 22nd, 1986. NOW.]

“What’s wrong? What did you see?”, Robin exclaimed, sprinting down the gravel towards you, towards the spot at the edge of the Mayfield’s driveway where the cop had dragged you before returning back to the crime scene.

“I think something bad happened,” Max’s voice chimed up from beside you. In your panicked trance, you hadn’t even realized the redhead had stepped outside to join you watching the scene unfurling in front of you.

“Bad? How bad?”, Robin wanted to know. “Bad, in like –“

She cut herself off at the sight of the black body bag rolled out of the chipped blue front door of the Munson’s trailer on a stretcher.

“Deadly bad. Obviously.” That was Max’s voice, far away and low against the ringing noise in your ears.

“Holy fucking shit,” Robin breathed. “Is that, like, a body bag? A real one?”

The cheerleader is always the first one to bite the dust.

Something horrible had happened with Chrissy Cunningham.

But it wasn’t the memory of the glimpse of the green scrunchie that snapped you out of the daze of terror which threatened to sweep you away.

It was the memory of that smile, wide and radiant and familiar, of dark eyes twinkling as he twirled a strand of his messy curls around his ringed fingers.

“Where’s Eddie?”, you breathed.

↣ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ❤

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part nine: your highness.

I mean. I did say it was a big update, yeah? I've been waiting for so long to post this chapter, you will not believe how long I've been wanting to talk about it!

Alternate versions of the art under the cut + the actual chapter mwam

It was one thing to fight a beast.

It was another to chase it.

The ship surged through the waves, engines churning to keep up with the pace of the fleeing scuttler. The monster’s blood tainted the blue seas with its red pigment, creating a trail all the way to itself as it swam. It wouldn’t be too much longer until it would collapse from exhaustion. Martyn looked on, still chilled from the water and the breeze, but his excitement kept him warm.

Still, it was strange.

In all his time hunting beasts, Martyn never understood the ones that fled. This one was incredibly peculiar since it rammed into the ship and left without actually trying to strike any of them. This might be more of the weird behavior that Mumbo had mentioned before; they were getting closer to the world border after all. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume this was because of the world border.

This was a chance to look into the beasts’ behavior here, but Martyn wanted to see something else: if there truly was a sea prince near the border.

Supposedly, people got swarmed by monsters before even reaching the border. But they had only been greeted by scuttlers, in a class far smaller and weaker compared to the boneback the Canaries had killed just a few days ago, that was strange enough. Why were people dying here, if there was nothing too significant to claim their lives?

It had to be a sea prince. He just knew it. There were no survivors, no floating bodies, just vast open waters with a chill breeze, exactly as the other parts of the ocean. But it was silent. Far too silent.

“Up ahead! There’s a shipwreck!” Bdubs’ shout alerted the hunters as he pointed forward.

Pieces of debris were scattered along the waters, metal and cloth drifting aimlessly. Martyn took a closer look and gasped.

There were people.

Martyn looked at the others, “Gods– we have to save them! Can the harpoons reach the beast?!” They had to save them. He couldn’t just sit back and watch people get slaughtered. If the scuttler came for them now, those survivors were going to die. They couldn’t handle another attack, but the ship could. They had to get on.

It looked like the scuttler was beginning to slow down, but he needed it dead now.

“We just need to get a little closer–,” Joel hefted his harpoon over his shoulder and prepared to throw it, but his balance was thrown off as the ship jerked to the side.

A shrill cry reverberated through the air. Another beast. Another scuttler. If scuttlers came in groups, maybe the beast Martyn had killed was a part of its little group. Maybe it was sad. Martyn’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. No, it was probably only angry. Beasts feel nothing more than hunger and wrath. Nothing more.

The bleeding beast stopped and turned back to roar at them. It was ear-piercing and horrid, blood spewing out of the scuttler’s throat before it dove down below the waves. It was quiet once more.

An uneasy, fragile silence, but it was silence nonetheless.

“Let’s… Let's get closer to the survivors. Quickly.” Grian’s voice was shaky as he looked towards the survivors of the wreckages. He felt Joel give him a little nudge, but Grian continued to stare. It wasn’t normal for him to be in this wrecked state. Joel sighed. He hated to see his brother in such a state.

Joel gave his harpoon to Bdubs, who looked all too eager to take it from his captain’s hands, and walked to Lizzie, glancing between her and Grian. “Do you want to stay downstairs for a while? I can handle steering.” Joel held Lizzie’s hand as she nodded, “Let’s head down, then.” He and Lizzie passed Martyn by and Joel gave him a small smile before disappearing below deck.

Martyn hoped Lizzie was okay.

The ship moved slower, carefully passing through the water and stopping before a pile of floating wood and a group of people bundled up together. Martyn could see the broken wooden boards and dented metal, sails shredded and scattered across the water. The survivors all sat on a floating piece of debris together, far bigger than the other broken pieces. It was like something shielded them from the disaster.

Scar lowered the rope ladder to the survivors with a smile, “Come on, we’ll get you to safety!”

None of the survivors went up immediately. Martyn raised an eyebrow as one of the survivors squinted at him.

The survivor wore a black coat with gold linings, split red and black hair, an eyepatch, and multiple accessories. “You… you’re the king’s hunters, aren’t you?”

Martyn nodded. “We are. Why are you asking?” He tilted his head, noticing the weird looks the survivors were giving him. Was there something he said? He wouldn’t want to lie. He wouldn’t want to say more words than needed, either. They needed to get on board.

“Tch. Spoiled brats. As if we’ll accept help from you!” Another survivor spoke up, crossing his arms. He wore an open purple vest, sash, and pants with dusty-rose hair in twin braids. He looked away from the Canaries to stare at his reflection in the water instead.

What?

Martyn looked at the others, as if questioning if he heard them right. They were out on open waters. If Martyn had just lost his ship and survived a monster attack, he would’ve accepted any help he could get, so why wouldn’t they?

He shivered at the thought of surviving a monster attack. There was no way he was going to lose the Canaries– they were the best at hunting, no beast could tear them down. Not even a sea prince. He knew they would be fine. He wouldn’t be a survivor. He was a hunter.

Cleo placed their hand on Martyn’s shoulder and smiled softly before turning to the survivors, “It’s dangerous to be here. The scuttlers may have left for now, but that doesn’t mean they won’t come back,” they motioned to the rope ladder. “Just get on.”

“If it’s so dangerous, then why are you here?”

“We don’t have time to talk about it here,” Cleo shook their head, “Come on.”

Never in Martyn’s life did he experience such a stubborn group of people. What were the Canaries supposed to do if they continued to refuse? Leave them to die? That was plain wrong.

A dark thought loomed in his mind. If they refused to come aboard, maybe they could just be bait for the sea prince. Martyn shook his head. Nope. Bad idea. Not good. Do not think of them like that.

The raven haired survivor turned to the others, “It’s safer to be on a ship than it is on these planks,” she began to climb the ladder. She wore a black hat, dress, and boots with white pants and pink vest. “Drop your disdain for a while. It’s better to come back alive than dead.”

At least one of them made sense.

As she climbed up, Martyn watched as the other survivors reluctantly followed her on board. The raven haired survivor sighed the moment she stepped on board, but gave the Canaries a smile.

“I apologize on their behalf, though I’m not a part of their crew,” the survivor looked at Martyn, her head tilted, “You’re the king’s hunters?”

Scar spoke faster than Martyn did. “That’s right!” He puffed out his chest, “We’re the Canaries; we’re on an important mission!”

The survivor laughed. “Ah, that sounds like fun. I hope this isn’t too much of a detour, but they’re a bit injured,” she motioned to the others, “Do you think you could pause your mission so they could return to shore to recover?”

Martyn took a closer look at them. The bruises and some bandaged wounds made it look like they had been in a fight with each other rather than a monster.

Who let these lunatics out to sea?

Another survivor walked up to the first, her hair was a fluffy white and brown split with shades that covered her eyes, a fairly fancy cravat with a red sash and brown pants with a black coat and hat with gold lining, “We’re just fine, Katherine,” she crossed her arms, “It’d be better if we were on our own ship though.”

Katherine shook her head. “That’s not true. Just trust me on–”

A scuttler’s roar interrupted her. Their ship jerked and began to rock from side to side as something suddenly jostled the side of it. It had come back from the depths, but at least the survivors were on the ship.

“Oh by the gods–,” Grian groaned. He looked at Katherine and the other survivors, “You should lead the others downstairs, it’s safer there.”

Katherine nodded. She proceeded downstairs and shook her head at the crew of survivors, “No time for arguing, let’s go.”

As Katherine and the other survivors headed downstairs, Joel emerged and quickly ran up to meet with the Canaries. “It’s back?!”

The beast growled, circling around the ship and snapping its jaws.

Mumbo walked up to the others, placing the telescope back in his bag, “Just the one, it seems,” he shrugged. “No idea where the bleeding one went.”

“It’s one less problem to deal with,” Joel shook his head dismissively. He raised his voice to grab everyone’s attention, “Let’s just do what we did earlier! Harpoons, everyone!”

The scuttler suddenly charged forward, ramming itself against the ship’s walls. The sound of something cracking reverberated through the air.

“Cleo, Bdubs, with me!” Joel waved to the two of them, all three quickly mounted the harpoon guns along the edge of the ship. They fired at the beast just as it crashed against the walls of the ship once more, making it start to rock wildly again.

The loaded harpoons were attached to thick rope anchored to metal parts of the ship, they latched on to the beast as it dove and thrashed underneath the ship. Blood poured out of the cracks in the scuttler’s armor, staining the water. The monster writhed in pain, but it persisted, attacking the ship again.

“Why didn’t we use these earlier!?” Bdubs complained as he held the harpoon gun steady and turned his head towards Grian. “This is so much easier than chucking them!”

“It’s hard to use the harpoon gun if the beast is biting the ship!” Grian shouted back. He turned and yelled across the ship, “Scar! Martyn! Catch it on the port side! We’ll let it struggle to death under the ship!” Martyn and Scar nodded and ran to the left. They leaned over the rail, holding their hand held harpoons steady, then threw them down in tandem as the beast emerged from the underside of the ship.

The scuttler shrieked in surprise from the harpoons suddenly piercing into its exoskeleton. Grian turned to Mumbo and Joel, “Mumbo, you and I can take straight shots at the beast, Joel, handle the steering,” he gave the two a smile. “Let’s take it down.”

Cleo, Bdubs, Scar, and Martyn secured their guns as the beast continued to toss and turn under the ship. Any slip ups and the weapons would fall off the ship. Such was the risk of trying to wear it down, but Martyn didn’t mind it. Any method to kill the beasts was a good one.

The scuttler suddenly surged forwards, dragging the ship behind it. Its blood spread across the water as it started to swim in a circle. The waters became faster and rougher as the beast swam in loops, a whirlpool began to form.

A whirlpool.

“It's trying to drag us down!” Grian’s eyes widened as he lurched forward, grabbing onto the rail to call to the crew. “Cut the ropes!”

If the scuttler was dragging them around, there was only one place for it to be. It had to be in front of them. It was the perfect moment to take the kill as soon as possible. Martyn had to act.

“Wait!” Martyn’s sudden shout caused the others to pause and look at him. “Don’t cut them- I have an idea!” He picked up the spare handheld harpoon at his side and ran forward to Grian and Joel.

“Wh- Martyn–!” Joel quickly ran to Martyn’s harpoon gun and steadied it, the wood beginning to chip under the force of the beast.

Grian looked at Joel and Martyn with his eyes wide. Martyn hefted his harpoon and used it to motion towards the beast, “If it’s bringing us down, I can jump off and stab it.”

“No- that’s a bad idea,” Grian shook his head. “We have other ways–”

“It’s quicker and more effective,” Martyn gripped his harpoon. Water splashed over the edge of the deck as the beast growled. Martyn glanced back at the others, then back to Grian, “There are survivors on this ship and I did not expect a scuttler to be so much trouble for us.”

Grian shook his head again. “D0n’t do it.”

“Let me.”

“You are not jumping off this ship, Martyn,” Grian growled. It wasn’t normal to see Grian like this. This… angered state. He glared daggers into Martyn’s eyes, surprising Martyn as he swiftly took the harpoon and clenched it in his hands. “That is an order from your captain.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. There was no use for titles here. It certainly wouldn’t stop Martyn. “If I don’t kill it now, it’ll capsize the entire ship!” he hissed, a sudden surge of water crashing into the side of the ship as if agreeing with his statement. He took a quick glance at his crewmates, holding on to the sides and mast for dear life. “We’ll all die!”

Martyn attempted to reach for the harpoon, but Grian pushed him away. “There should be a better way to kill it–” Grian raised his voice. He gripped his hair and hissed as the scuttler roared. Even under the watery depths, it could be heard from the chaos surrounding them. “I just need some time to think!”

“There’s no time!” Martyn screamed. He was sure he and Grian were being overheard. He placed a hand to his chest, practically begging at this point. “I’ll be fine, let me do this!”

“Martyn,” Grian grit his teeth. He took in a sharp breath, trying to steady his hastened heartbeat, “I’m not–”

“I don’t see why we’re arguing over this–” Martyn leaned closer to Grian and snatched the harpoon from his hands in a quick and forceful manner. He could see Grian’s distraught look as Martyn tried to figure out what was going on.

“Because I can’t lose you again, Jimmy!” Grian stomped his foot on the ground, tears welled up in his eyes before he covered his mouth. For a moment, Grian forgot where he was. The blonde in front of him was unrecognizable as his heartbeat quickened and his hands gripped his face tighter.

Jimmy.

Martyn’s world fell silent. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to react.

“I’m not going to die like him, I promise.” Martyn smiled, leaping on the bowsprit extending beyond the figurehead of the ship, holding his harpoon above his head.

“Martyn, wait–!”

Martyn held his breath as he jumped into the water. A sudden rush of cold swallowed his entire body as water flooded his senses. It was a shivering, bone-chilling cold. Martyn quickly remembered how much panic flowed into his body when the cold shock hit. It was a bad decision, but a decision he knew he had to make. It was for the greater good.

The scuttler groaned as it trashed around, the harpoons stuck into its exoskeleton made it hard for the beast to move but it still looked eager to sink the ship. The rush of the whirlpool pushed him along as one of the scuttler’s beady black eyes turned towards him and it began to slow down.

It saw him. Good.

The scuttler twisted and turned within the lines of thick rope trailing from the ends of the harpoons, its energy waning as it struggled to snap its jaws at Martyn. Martyn just needed to swim closer, aim for its soft spot, and swim up after. It shouldn’t be a problem. Martyn focused on the beast, drowning out the sounds of roaring tides and the creaks and groans of the ship as he swam down, forcing his way through the rippling whirlpool to get closer to his kill. His hunt.

Martyn gripped his harpoon tight as he swam closer, the beast shifted and turned to its side, leaving itself exposed. That was his chance! He propelled himself forward, preparing to strike as the scuttler bellowed in pain as the ropes continued to tire and choke it out. He was close. It could have been the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but Martyn thought he could hear the beast’s rapid heartbeat sync with his own.

Goodnight, monster.

Martyn grabbed an edge of the scuttler’s shell and used all of his energy to plunge his harpoon into the beast. He felt the harpoon’s sharp edge stab right through the beast’s soft flesh as blood mixed with salty sea water.

With one loud screech, the scuttler burst out of the water and knocked against the ship in its frenzy to escape the ropes and harpoons that dug into its back and chest. Martyn gasped for air as he held on to the beast for dear life, digging the harpoon deeper and deeper into its chest as more blood spilled out of it. It dove back down into the water again, bashing its cracked exoskeleton against the ship’s metal side as it let out a deafening roar. Martyn held onto the harpoon as the water closed over his head again and the beast forcefully drug him down into the depths.

The scuttler thrashed against the harpoon, clinging to its final moments of life as it struggled and flailed and tried to hit him. Martyn twisted the harpoon, causing the spearhead embedded in its skin to tear the wound further and further open as blood rushed out of the bleeding beast. His heart pounded against his chest, full of fury and manic adrenaline. It was over. His eyes stung at the salty sea water. Martyn shut his eyes and kicked himself away from the beast as it sank deeper into the depths. He got to live another day at least.

Martyn took in a deep breath as his head breached the surface. He looked up to see the ship, while in need of repairs, was still in one piece, and so was his crew. “See, Grian?” he shouted as a laugh escaped him. Grian leaned against the railing and sighed, cracking a weary smile. Martyn smiled, “Everything is just–”

The world suddenly turned dark as rope wrapped around his ankle and dragged him under.

The forceful and sudden drag to the bottom shocked Martyn to his core, paralyzing him as his world got darker and darker.

Martyn could barely see the glimmer of light from the surface as he writhed in the watery depths. This monster brought him down with it, like some sick karmic justice.

This was it, then.

Martyn shut his eyes, the beating of his heart slowed as darkness began to swallow him up. Hunters were meant to die a glorious death, but this death was preventable. Grian was right. This was reckless. Stupid. Nothing but his own hubris brought this upon him, and this monster wasn’t even one of the more dangerous ones.

He was only surrounded by the haunting abyss, and his own thoughts.

How were the Canaries going to fare without him? How would Grian react, knowing he was right? Grian shouldn’t blame himself. This was Martyn’s own doing. His own fault. The cold grip of the ocean was suffocating. Was this how Ren felt? Alone in the cold? So far from his crew, from his life, from everything? Martyn couldn’t bear imagining it.

He couldn’t imagine how Scott was going to react.

Scott told him multiple times how much this was a bad idea. He should have listened- he should have stayed.

I’m sorry, Grian.

Thump.

I’m sorry, Ren.

Thump.

I’m sorry, Scott.

Thump.

Martyn could’ve sworn it was his own heartbeat resounding in his ears. Maybe it was a push for him to stay alive, to keep his life from slipping away from his grasp but–

CRUNCH.

Thump.

The sound reverberated in the mass empty void.

That wasn’t his heartbeat.

Martyn opened his eyes. He saw light. A blurry, faint light.

His blood ran cold.

What was he looking at?!

Its eyes were a piercing orange and blue, unlike the black beady eyes of any ordinary beast. It had massive red fins. Something that looked like coral was growing out of its head, adorning like a crown.

Two details were brought to his attention almost immediately at that moment:

It was the largest thing he’s ever seen.

It looked human.

From the face to the shoulders, it– he? Martyn wasn’t sure– had a human body. Its hair was long and teal, faint tips of orange as it floated aimlessly in the abyss. Martyn could be tricked that this was a human, if not for the strange markings, hair, and everything else that made it look… monstrous. How did a beast look so… human?

A crown made of coral. The creature’s large size. A beast he’s never seen before. It looked nothing like any beast Martyn had fought before.

Thump.

A thundering heartbeat.

It’s–

The beast tilted its head and narrowed its eyes. The low growl that reverberated through the water was enough to make Martyn shiver.

It’s a sea prince.

Its hair whipped around its head as it inched closer and closer to Martyn.

It swallowed, Martyn’s eyes darted from the sea prince’s piercing eyes to the small lump that travelled down its throat. Its eyes widened, the faint light burned into Martyn as it seemingly froze in place. Time stopped at that moment, those wide eyes stuck out to Martyn as it illuminated the dark ocean. It looked… shocked? No. Monsters don’t feel. They shouldn’t feel.

It barely opened its mouth but the sound echoed through Martyn’s ears as it growled. The sea prince lowered itself into the gloom of deep water, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness. The last thing Martyn saw before it faded into the gloom was its long tail swishing behind it, nearly hitting him as the sudden motion lurched Martyn’s body up towards the surface instead.

He couldn’t bring his head above water. The rushing, agonizing sound of the ocean flowed out of his ears as he was dragged onto the deck by several sets of hands. He was placed on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

Clear blue skies. Clouds of lazy white and gray. Passive sounds of birds.

No heartbeat.

He stared at the sky as he heard the distant shouts from his crew. He could feel their eyes on him, but Martyn couldn’t turn his head. He couldn’t blink. He couldn’t say a word.

“Martyn– Martyn, are you okay?” Grian crouched down beside him. “What happened?”

“Of course he’s not okay– he nearly drowned!” Cleo snapped. They let out a disgruntled sigh and shook their head before kneeling beside Martyn. They placed a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid and unsteady heartbeat of their friend. “Focus on your breathing, Martyn. Deep breaths.”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Martyn’s eyes remained glued to the sky. “I saw…,” his voice was quiet, prompting Grian to lean closer to Martyn. Martyn took deep, ragged breaths as his eyes glazed over the sky. “I saw…”

Martyn pictured the sea prince’s eyes locked onto him. The unnatural, piercing, yet alluring eyes staring out of the darkness. The crown of corals it wore on its head looked as elegant as they were deadly, viciously sharp points that could pierce the hull of any hunter ship. Its fangs were... haunting, even just a glimpse of it made his skin pale. Something was pulling him deeper into the tides, deeper into the abyss.

It was something terrifying.

Something terrifyingly beautiful.

Martyn took one last breath before his eyes rolled up into his head and he succumbed to exhaustion. His mind faded to darkness, yet those haunting eyes felt like the last thing he saw.

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The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

(Scrapped) Act I - Prologue

We hear a woman’s voice reminiscent of the Golden Age of Disney, narrating events from a book:

Once upon a time, Stars roamed the earth. Magical beings from the sky that used their magic to help people, to assist them in fulfilling their dreams.

However, the Stars soon started to simply grant wishes, and people became lazy and dependent, demanding the stars make their wishes reality. The Stars became full of themselves and mad with power, almost destroying the kingdoms.

[Author’s Note: Take my messy sketches! Idk I’ll try to do little doodles per part IT WAS RUSHED OKAY]

One survivor, Magnus Arman, escaped his burning homeland. He saw the wreckage the Stars had caused, and vowed that he could never lose the people he loved to the Stars again.

On his journey, Magnus came across another wrecked kingdom. Another land the Stars had destroyed. Another land with no survivors… but one. Magnus heard a faint sob in the distance. Once he followed it, Magnus came across a child— Asha Arabella.

Magnus took Asha under his wing, and started working to stop the Stars. He studied their magic, bringing his young daughter with him on his adventures.

While he studied, he met a young woman named Amaya, who cared for Asha like her own. Soon enough, the two fell in love and wed.

[Amaya’s dress is a callback to the classic Golden Age princess wedding dresses]

But one day, more Stars fell from the heavens and attacked, wanting all the magic for themselves.

That day, Magnus almost lost his family.

So Magnus, determined to protect his family, used all his magical knowledge and became the Wishgranter, one who would decide what wishes were good and what could never be granted.

Note that the book doesn’t tell exactly how Magnus defeated the Stars… but anyways now he has a sick-ass white outfit like the one we see in the canon movie.

He defeated the evil Stars, and together, Magnus and Amaya founded the Kingdom of Rosas, a safe haven across off the Iberian Peninsula where people could give their wishes to Magnus and he would keep them safe from harm, from the greedy Stars. Magnus became known throughout the lands as Magnifico, the master of wishes.

And often, the wishes people gave Magnifico were good, and he granted them.

We see Magnifico granting a wish [I can’t find the picture but let’s say the dressmaker one we saw in the movie with a callback to Sleeping Beauty’s dress. And you know what, it’s blue.]

Little Asha was raised in the castle where she was doted on by her parents.

Teen Asha, just a bit younger than she is now, so around fourteen, and the page flips to Asha now, seventeen years old.

And this is where our story begins.

Next (coming soon)

So! Epilogue! I guess! Halfway done but I need to get it out bc I want to start random doodles and I need somewhat of a starting point!

Heavy heavy thanks to @annymation and their INCREDIBLE rewrite, go check it out, it’s amazing and wayyyy more of a tribute to the original Disney than mine will be. And @gracebethartacc/@gracebeth3604 (hey, I was the one who asked about whether your rewrite was written or thought dumps/ etc, but btw your rewrite IS well known, my roommate’s friends know of it and Anny’s) bc they have a popular rewrite with their amazing art doodles and thought dumps, so… I said fuck it and posted this.

I will update with more doodles! These are messy but I wanted to put SOME there… also! Check out @uva124 if you want to see some FANTASTIC wish art!

#writing by sapphire #the fallen star au #the fallen star #asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #saph doodles #human star #starsha #wish 2023 #lmao I don’t know what I’m doing #super short btw #tw: implied death #bc she can’t be a Disney Princess if one or both of her parents aren’t dead

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notorious-fanfic-bracket · 1 year

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Final Round

Heat waves (Minecraft YouTube) most popular fanfic in the mcyt fandom on ao3, now archive locked, also second most kudosed fic of all on ao3. RPF about Dream and George (georgenotfound). Friends to lovers. Both youtubers support it. The song “Heat Waves” by the Glass Animals skyrocketed in popularity due to this fic. Ao3 denies that updates to this fic made the site crash, but the rumors are rampant.

To Scale the Blue Sky (Hamilton) - HIVLiving’s Hamilton high school AU about the AIDS crisis. HIVLiving ended up admitting to lying about being an HIV-positive non-binary lesbian human-trafficking survivor - an identity made up to lend ethos to the Hamilton fanfic. Now largely lost and deleted.

#polls #tumblr polls #dreamnotfound #hamilton #minecraft youtube #dnf #georgenotfound #lin manuel miranda #sorry for the delay I was doing bad and running a poll was the thing I let fall by the wayside

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year

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So, uh… late night Survivor Blues update incoming. Formatting the post now. It’s… A LOT. Please heed the warnings attached to this one if you choose to read!!

#nothing like a middle of the night update right?#setting up a post and ghost because this chapter makes me NERVOUS #survivor blues part 5 : souvenirs

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tfc-does-arts · 2 days

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Updated Anthro designs! Still not too sure about Saint... but the rest, I'm very proud of! Details about them, and a full line-up will be under the cut!

Also I see some of you, curious about what's up with Monk: and here's your answer: Monk is also Nightcat here! I made these designs before the Watcher was revealed. Also, I promised myself I'd hold back on making a Watcher design until we see their powers.

MONK - He/They

16 years old

Little Brother to Survivor, of course. Gourmand is their Auntie!

Aroace

Transes this little guy's gender.

Aside from being quiet, they're just a sweet lil guy.

They have some pet lizards... one of which is a red lizard named Jewel.

The bag contains snacks!

SURVIVOR - They/them

22 years old

Older sibling to Monk, of course.

Panromantic asexual

Sees a lot of themself in Big Sister Moon... often just sits with her to vibe.

Dating a scavenger named Blue! Only Blue is allowed to use she/her with them.

Found two slugpups while wandering with Blue, and is taking care of them, with Auntie Gourmand's help.

HUNTER - She/it

24 years old

After making it back to No Significant Harassment, Sig realized that Hunter was so fast that they could remove the rot before it became too late.

Lesbian

Why are its legs plantigrade? Well, she was a test tube baby!

Can't really talk, an unlucky strike from a scavenger cut her throat.

It knows sign language though, and have lengthy conversations with Spearmaster, who's like family to her.

Wants to help Five Pebbles out.

GOURMAND - She/her

38 years old

Aunt to Monk and Survivor

Bisexual

INCREDIBLY good at cooking. Can turn basically anything into a meal that can fill you for a while.

Dating Artificer, helping her heal from her deeply broken heart with kindness.

That and she will just hold Arti until she calms down from seeing red.

ARTIFICER - She/her

35 years old

Mother to Bubble and Seafoam, both are deceased.

Lesbian

Gourmand found her about to kill a scavenger. She hadn't even noticed the large slugcat until she was lifted in the air, arms pinned to her sides. Gourmand held on despite all the struggling, giving the scavenger time to escape... but it was only when Arti finally stopped struggling was she set down and talked to.

Under the long clothes, she's underweight.

Nobody really sees her eye underneath her hat... but Gourmand has. It always flusters her when Gourmand compliments her.

She's... hesitant towards slugpups. Her terror of losing her own still sticks with her.

Gourmand helps her a lot... she hopes one day she can repay the kindness she feels as though she does not deserve.

SPEARMASTER - They/it

31 years old

Aroace

Like Hunter, because it was a test tube baby, its legs are plantigrade!

Most messengers have their iterator's insignia on their person. In Spear's case, the amulet on their choker is the symbol of who their creator is.

Working with Hunter and Seven Red Suns to try and help fix Pebbles, or at least get him out of his superstructure before it collapses.... even if it itself is reluctant.

Pretty chatty actually! They and Hunter's conversations can go on for hours.

RIVULET - Any

27 years old

Polyamorous Pansexual

This little guy has been many places, though their favorite places to visit is the region that surrounds the iterator Chasing Wind.

They never stay in one place too long, but they always make sure to visit whenever possible.

Though you see him less than Saint, she's still always willing to tell the latest gossip... Very popular with the Scavenger King's group in the Outer Expanse to learn what scavenger politics are going on.

The only one who knows what Saint is capable of and takes it incredibly seriously.

SAINT - They/them

26 years old...?

Aroace

Quiet. Not mute, just... very quiet. Prefers listening over talking.

Very rarely do they ever show up. But it feels as though they're more... waiting for something.

Really only ever talks to Monk.

Some iterator logs think they saw Saint leaving Sliver of Straw's can... but that's not possible. Saint is still young. Sliver's death happened so many cycles ago....

ENOT/INV/??? - Any

???Adult???

What is even going on with this guy.

Never front facing... somehow.

Hurts for Moon to look at her for too long... other iterators get a malfunction in their systems.

Often found in deep in the Subterranean... most likely getting snatched by Train Lizards.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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Another Word For Protection Masterlist

NAVIGATION || Simon 'Ghost' Riley & Niece!reader (Platonic series)

❝ [There were many different words and examples for protection. Ways of saying it and ways of showing it; all varied from one person to another, oftentimes held reserved for the few that they love the most.

Defense, sanctuary, guidance, barrier, and buffer. A watchful eye and a steady hand.

It all led back to the same overarching meaning at the end of the day. You didn't need all of those fancy words to tell you what the sensation of it felt like, to be cared about. To you, another word for protection wasn't even a word at all, it was a single name:

Simon Riley.] ❞

WARNINGS ➺ Talks about death, murder, Simon's comic backstory & the themes that they carry with them, abductions, tense situations, etc. (Specific warnings stated/implied in each work)

This will be a small collection of fics featuring Uncle Simon & Niece Reader! It will include any future requests I might get for them/ideas I come up with myself/random thoughts, drabbles, or blurbs. No set update schedule or anything.

THOUGHTS ➺

✎ SIMON & SCHOOL SHOWS

╰┈➤❝ [Thinking about how Uncle!Simon would try his best to be at every school event that a young Niece!Reader has, even if he has to race out of the base to get there on time.] ❞

✎ SIMON & HIS MEMORIES

╰┈➤❝ [Thinking about Uncle!Simon and how he would try his best to tell a young Niece!Reader about her parents, brother, and grandma when she asked him where they were.] ❞

DRABBLES ➺

✎ SOLE SURVIVOR

╰┈➤❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

FULL WORKS ➺

✎ BLUE VIOLET

╰┈➤❝ [You were his best kept secret.] ❞

✎ MONKSHOOD - unwritten

╰┈➤❝ [Undetermined] ❞

IMAGE: Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer, Floral still life

FANART:

Platonic Simon & Platonic Price fic Doodles

I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform/A.I. program.

#cod masterlist #AWFP #platonic #cod simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #x female reader #call of duty x you #cod x you #cod #cod mw22 #mw2 #cod x female reader #x fem!reader #female reader

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bloomingapricots · 7 months

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Eclipsing the Sun

Updated here first at AO3

Welcome to Ending Two Threaded Fate the angst ending

Just in case, content warning of survivor's guilt, spiraling thoughts, self-deprecation, and implied suicide

Life | Destiny’s Design | Threaded Fate (Here)

Chapter Three | Ending Two | Threaded Fate

“Wen Duzhe, please,” Lan Wanji called out from behind closed doors. You had expected to die that day your clansmen invaded Cloud Recesses but you survived, for now. However, you ended up in a coma and missed so much. You woke up three weeks ago and learned a week later from an enraged disciple that Wei Ying still became the Yiling Patriarch, your family ended up sacrificing themselves for Wei Ying, and Wei Ying died in the end. And following fate, only Wen Yuan survived and was found by Lan Wangji, after his punishment, and was brought back to Gusu. You and A-Yuan are the only Wen left.

“Xiongjie,” Wen, now Lan, Yuan hugged you as he sat on your lap. “Are you not going to reply or see Gege again?” Wen Lan Yuan asked. You do feel bad making an injured person kneel outside but your emotions are incredibly unstable and only around Wen Lan Yuan can you bring yourself to be stable.

“No, I’m... I’m not ready yet,” You replied. Not ready for the future, not ready for what fate has in store for you, not ready for the potential of being an attic spouse, and not ready to live in a world without your family, without Wei Ying. You hugged Wen Lan Yuan tighter to your chest. “I will see Lan Wangji soon but not now,” You whispered. You will face Lan Wangji and discuss the future later but not right now.“Lan Wangji!” Lan Xichen called. It has been a bit of a cycle after locking yourself in Wen Lan Yuan’s room, Lan Wanji would come by to try to talk with you until Lan Xichen discovered him around lunch, as Lan Xichen personally comes by to give you and Wen Lan Yuan lunch, and dragged him back to the Jingshi to continue to heal from his whipping injuries.

—

After weeks of isolation with only Lan Yuan as company, someone else came to bother you.

“Wen Duzhe,” A stern voice called out after he slammed Lan Yuan’s door open. You refused to turn around and continued to gaze out the window. You can hear him marching up to you. “Wen Duzhe, how long are you going to continue to hide away?”

“... Does it matter? I’m nothing but a walking corpse on borrowed time,” You said after a moment of silence.

“Who said you are going to die?” He asked.

“I’m a Wen dog, aren't I? The last member of the tyrannical Qishan Wen Clan,” You replied.

“You are not going to die anytime soon,” He stated.

“Why? Are you going to torment me? To atone for my clan's wrongdoing?” You questioned.

“No,” He replied. You heard him sitting across from you. “You are alive because you… you are one of my Shixiong’s beloved people,” He explained.

“What?” You snapped your head to look at Jiang Cheng. This is out of character, you thought, blue screening.

“And because you saved the Jiang’s disciples, it’s sect Leader, and it’s Madam, the Yunmeng Jiang owes a debt to you,” Jiang Cheng said. “Yunmeng Jiang as well as Gusu Lan will pardon and support Wen Duzhe,”

“...Hahahahahahaha” You laughed out of despair and then sobbed. Which surprised Jiang Cheng as he rushed over to you as you keeled over as you cried. “Jiang Cheng, how am I supposed to live without my family? Without my Tangjie and Tangdi? Without Wei Ying?”

“Well,” Jiang Cheng started and looked by the doorway.

“Xiongjie…” Called out a soft voice. Ah, how could you have forgotten, your precious Tangdi became a fierce corpse.

“A-Ning?”

—

Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning were able to coerce you into a meeting with Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji. They all explained in detail what had happened during your coma. And the reason Jiang Cheng was so nice to you was because Jiang Yanli had actually visited your bedside often and he learned of the sacrifice you made from Wen Qing before her death.

“How ironic, I was ready to die yet I am the only one to live,” You sardonically smiled. “My gold core, dantian, and meridians are eroding away from my own creation. What use is there for me to still be here,” Your thoughts spiraled as survivor’s guilt ate away at you.

“Wen Duzhe,” Your right hand was held in Lan Wangji’s hands. “Please,”

“Lan Wangji, what are you pleading for?“ You asked.

“For Wen Duzhe to stay at Gusu and not go away too,” Lan Wangji replied.

“Too…” Your thought cleared as you looked at Lan Wangji who kneeled before you with his head hanging down. You took a quick glance at Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng and huffed. These idiots are worried about a fallen cultivator who was related to Wen Ruohan, they even went as far as to hold an intervention with the fallen cultivator. “Whatever, I give,” You mumbled

“Wen Duzhe,” Lan Wangji said as he looked at you.

“There are still some more things I need to do,” You said.

“What else do you need to do?” Lan Xichen asked. You stared at him then smiled an empty smile.

“You’ll see,” You said.

“Wen Duzhe, what are you planning?” Jiang Cheng demanned.

“Xiongjie?” Wen Ning questioned.

“Just preventing something,” You replied. Lan Wangji held both of your hands.

“Wen Duzhe must not die,” Lan Wangji stated but you just smiled. “Wen Duzhe,"

—

Meeting Jin Ling was great, he is a cute baby, and seeing Lan Yuan interact with him was even cuter. Meeting Nie Mingjue was not, however. Jiang Cheng invited you to Jin Ling’s birthday and while Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan were probably not happy about it since Lan Xichen and Jiang Fengmian supported you he can’t do anything to kick you out. And it was nice meeting Jiang Fengmian though.

“Ack,” As you were on your way to the bathroom you were wall-slammed by Nie Mingjue.

“You,” Nie Mingjue said.

“Hello, Sect Leader Nie,” You greeted.

“I’m watching you,” He said.

“I know,” You replied.

“You're untrustworthy,” He said.

“Despite defeating evil?” You asked.

“You are a wen,” He replied.

“A wen who killed off the rotten roots. You and the others are the ones who finished off the good green roots,” You said.

“You betrayed and dishonorably defeated your sect,” He said.

“What else did you want me, a single person, to do? Raise a secret army? Usurped Wen Rouhan? I don’t want power and I put my life on the line to defeat them all!” You yelled. Nie Mingjue was about to yell back before you coughed up a storm. You did not escape your own poisoning unscathed after all. The poison has entered your heart and while you are taking medicine to dilute it, it leaves your heart pretty weak so being riled up is not suitable for you. Blood dripped from your mouth and onto the floor, some of it got on the bottom of your robe and Nie Mingjue. You slowly slide down the wall as you become dizzy.

“Wen Duzhe!” Lan Wangji pushed Nie Mingjue away from you and lifted you into his arms. The conversation, the slight anger towards the situation, and the guilt of ruining Lan Wangji’s night pushed your heart and you ended up passing out.

—

“Duzhe-xiongjie! Duzhe-xiongjie!” Someone whisper-yelled at you slowly stirring into waking. You turned to who was calling you and it was Nie Huaisang, someone you had actually needed to meet.

“Ah, you're here,” You said.

“Yes, we need to discuss it quickly. Lan Wangji has been guarding your room and I don’t think I can sneak in again,” Nie Huaisang stated. This was the thing you needed to do, together with Nie Huaisang, you planned to prevent his brother’s death. The reason Nie Huaisang believed you was because he trusted you. You guys hung out often, when you were not third-wheeling WangXian or when Wei Ying was pulling you around, during your lecture days, and even after when it was over. Plus you hinted at him with your knowledge and he respected that you did not want to reveal in full of your knowledge.

“I wrote some plans down, it’s in that drawer over there,” You pointed at and Nie Huaisang went to grab it. You and Nie Huaisang discuss as deeply as possible before Lan Wangji returns.

—

“Xiongjie!” Lan Yuan called as he ran up to you with a basket of lettuce. “A-Yuan as food for the bunnies!‘ He giggled.

“I see that,” You smiled.

“Lan Jingyi greets Wen-Qianbei!” Lan Jingyi greeted. You smiled at him and patted his head. You are glad that Lan Yuan made a friend.

“I see that you learned mannerisms,” You commented.

“What! Xiongjie, me too!” Lan Yuan whined tugging at your sleeve after setting down the basket.

“Yes, yes, Lan Yuan did good too,” You patted Lan Yuan’s head. You sat down with Lan Yuan and Lan Jingyi and threw a blanket over yourself and the two children. They cuddle up to you.

“Qianbei! Tell us the next part now,” Lan Jingyi demanded.

“Alright, alright,” You had been telling stories from your previous lives to Lan Yuan and Lan Jingyi. And Jin Ling too when you visit Lotus Pier. “Robin Hood then…”

—

Currently, you are in a tense lunch with Nie Mingjue, Nie Hauisang, Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, and Jin Guangyao. Nie Mingjue is glaring at you while Lan Wangji is subtly glaring at him. Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang are trying to stop him but to no success and Jin Guangyao is smiling his fake smile. Earlier, you were hunting with Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji but unknown to you and Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen intentionally led the two of you to Qinghe Nie and met up with Nie Mingjue. Where Nie Mingjue happily invited Lan Xichen to lunch, he tensely out of courtesy invited you and Lan Wangji to lunch.

But it is convenient to your plan as you took a glance at Nie Huaisang. He smiled at you. You hope Nie Huaisang won’t be too mad at you for your slight deviation from the plan. No doubt Jian Cheng will be enraged when he hears what happened and you apologize in your heart for what your action will do to Lan Wangji.

—

This is it, you thought as you heard Nie Huaisang’s shouts. It is time to prevent Nie Mingjue’s qi deviation. You quickly ran to where Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang, and Jin Guangyao were and threw a knife to cut the strings of Jin Guangyao’s guqin. Nie Mingjue’s crazed gaze turned to you and he pushed Nie Huaisang out of his way to storm you.

“Da-ge! Stop! Duzhe-xiongjie, run away!” Nie Huaisang yelled and grabbed onto Nie Mingjue's sleeve but he was again pushed away and felled. You stared straight at Nie Mingjue as he charged at you and simply held onto him as he stabbed you straight through your stomach. As blood drips from your mouth you attach a necklace to Nie Mingjue. A special necklace made with a bright silver chain and a soft pink jade hanging, just for Nie Mingjue. The Yin energy was drained from Nie Mingjue into the necklace and yourself. Nie Mingjue’s saber was pulled out of your stomach as he fell away from you and you yourself fell away from him. “Da-ge! Duzhe-xiongjie!”

“Wen Duzhe!” Lan Wangji’s face appeared, panicking, in your view but slowly your vision was blackening.

“A-Jue!” You heard Lan Xichen yell.

“Duzhe-xiongjie! you-” Then Nie Huaisang's face appeared beside Lan Wangji’s, he was mad but also scared.

“I can’t live without them,” You whispered “So I will do one last act of goodness before meeting them,”

“Wen Duzhe, please, don’t go,” Lan Wangji cradled you like he did back during the invasion.

“I’m tired, Zhanzhan,” You mumbled.

“...” You can see his face fall to grief and agony “Will…Will Wen Duzhe find Wei Ying and at least see me before you go?”

“Ah,” You see his resignation and grief as clear as a blue sky despite the blackening vision from blood loss. “Of course,”

“Duzhe-xiongjie! Don’t you dare!” Nie Huaisang yelled uncharacteristically, and similarly to Jiang Cheng’s anger. You can feel Nie Huaisang grip your left arm. But you had already slipped into the darkness.

—

You are standing by Lan Yuan’s bed as he sleeps. A part of your mind recognized that you were dead but you just blankly lifted Lan Yuan’s blanket up to his chin.

“Xiongjie?” Wen Ning called. You blankly turned to look at him and just stared. He took in your appearance and his face filled with grief “Xiongjie, you are…” He cut himself off and looked at Lan Yuan. He took a deep breath, out of comfort then needing to actually breathe, and then kneeled to you. “Rest well, Xiongjie. Thank you for everything,”

—

“Wei Ying!”

“Wen Duzhe!”

And that’s a wrap.

Idk what happened to me but I just vomited Ending Two’s plot so sorry if was hard to follow, I'm open to criticism for this fanfic

Seriously, idk where my motivation came from

I was churning these out during work

I plan to write an extra for Destiny’s Design as Duzhe’s relationship with others was barely touched or the aftermath.

First time writing an angst ending and leaving it open to interpretation too to boot

#mdzs.ets #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wangxian x reader #lan wangji x reader #mo dao zu shi x reader #mdzs x reader #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation x reader #mxtx mdzs #mxtx #mxtx x reader #gender-neutral reader

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insanitykeepsme · 1 month

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My Poems are Like a Dagger - a Feyd Rautha x Reader fic.

Also posted on AO3 - Here

SUMMARY -

An arranged marriage is the last thing Feyd Rautha needs. Marriages are about producing heirs. Political stances.

Feyd was made to kill, to brutalize until there is nothing left. There is no room for anyone else in his mind.

So when his uncle broaches the subject, it is not a welcomed one.

TAGS - Not Canon Compliant, AU, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, OOC Feyd, Feyd Rautha has issues, Feyd needs a hug, Blood, minor gore, Minor Character Death, tags will update, This May Get Dark, Marriage, Fluff, Meet cute but not?, I have no excuse for this, This slutty lil bald man has my heart, This WILL get spicy, Female Pronouns Y/N, No Beta - We Die like Duncan

Arranged marriages are not uncommon across the galaxy. In fact, some cultures consider it an honor to have a spouse chosen for you. On Geidi Prime, it is not, at least not to Feyd Rautha.

Feyd is a warrior, he is someone who has been brought up to kill, to conquer, fight to death and leave no survivors. He is only 19 when his uncle broaches the subject for the first time over a rare family dinner. His elder brother Glossu does not look him in the eyes as the one-sided conversation starts.

“There are plenty of wonderful women who would be thrilled to marry you,” the Baron explained as he continued to stuff his face with food. Feyd feels his fist tighten until the blood stops running to his fingers. “In fact, I have one in mind already. She comes from a very nice family, a good bloodline. She’s very skilled in the Bene Gesserit from what I’ve heard, she’ll make an excellent bride for you, Nephew.”

Feyd clenches his jaw at every word his uncle says. A wife? He was taught that love was always a weakness, something that would hinder him. The only thing she’d be used for was children, and that thought annoyed him, he doesn’t even want children, let alone like them.

“And if I refuse?” Feyd challenges him. The Baron looks up from his meal and scoffs.

“It has already been done. You will travel to her tomorrow for your first meeting-,” Feyd smashed the porcelain plate on the table and pointed the broken shard in the direction of his uncle; his eyes wide and furious that this was done behind his back. The Baron did not flinch at the threat, instead continuing his meal much to his nephew's displeasure.

“Your things are packed, and you are to take three guards with you. While the planet you are going to is peaceful, I do not want you alone. Understood?” He stares directly at Feyd, wild and angry met with a cold distance. Feyd will not be able to say or do anything that will change his uncle’s mind. In his rage, he throws the shard of porcelain past his brother and straight into the neck of a servant. Blackish blood spurts from the wound as his body collapses to the floor, the silver tray clanging loudly as the harsh sound of metal echoes through the dining hall. Feyd’s eyes never leave his uncle’s as the Baron floats from his seat, and turns to leave for his nightly bath.

At this point, Glossu had fled the scene, leaving Feyd with the corpse of the servant he had slain just a moment before. He stares down at his reflection in the pool of blood. He walks around the body and storms to his room with haste. Upon entering the room, sure enough his things have been packed. Hanging on the wall for him is a dark blue robe to wear over his clothes tomorrow, something from his betrothed’s home no doubt. He holds the soft fabric in his hands; it is not smooth like silk, but instead feels like a light linen. Feyd feels the back of his calves hit the frame as he ungraciously falls back onto his bed. Marriage. Marriage is something that is never for love in this world, only for political benefits and continuing/creating powerful bloodlines. Marriage is for show, to tell people not to mess with your tribes. Marriage is for children, something that he will begrudgingly have to participate in. He does not want this.

He tries to imagine the woman he is going to marry. He imagines her ugly, so it would be easy to ignore her. Maybe she is mean and rude, or maybe she will just cower in his presence, something Feyd is used to on a daily basis. He sighs, turning on his side as he starts to drift into a dreamless sleep.

But then, he dreams of you.

He sees you clearly, you’re sitting next to him on a blanket in a green field. Feyd doesn’t think he has ever seen this color before, it is bright and vibrant and sways in a warm breeze. Your hair is braided back and moves gently as you point to something. He cannot follow your gaze, he is only fixated on you. As you turn to face him, your smile is the only thing he sees before he is awoken by loud knocking.

Feyd startles out of bed and opens the door in a rush to see his brother. Glossu stands tall and alert, looking his younger brother up and down rather curiously.

“I’m here to make sure you are awake. You’re departing in an hour. The guards are on the way,” he announces. Feyd seems to glare into his soul before slamming the door shut in his brother’s face. He leans against the door and lets out a frustrated sigh.

The departure from Geidi Prime happens in a blur. Feyd is silent in his goodbyes, the Baron explains that while traditionally the woman comes to the man’s home, he is to travel there for an extended time as per their customs. He grinds his teeth as his uncle bores on and on about the planet. It is luscious, beautiful green grass and vast oceans to explore, the exact opposite of his home. By the time Feyd reaches the transport, he’s grateful that he doesn’t have to listen anymore. He relishes in the silence for the time being, as he’s sure he won’t be getting much once he reaches his destination.

True to his uncle’s word, the planet is breathtaking. Feyd steps off the carrier and is almost speechless at the scenery before him. It’s a small bluff on the coast of the ocean, the color similar to the robe he was given. The sand under his feet brings him some small bit of comfort as the sea breeze hits his nose. It’s salty and cool, something he is not accustomed to and he immediately feels out of place. Further solidifying this feeling, two people come out of a nearby gazebo to greet him. Their clothes are a soft purple linen, a similar material to Feyd’s welcoming robe. There is an older man, his hair graying on the sides and a thick mustache under his nose. The person next to the man is wearing a hood or veil, so it is impossible to see their features. The man steps forward a few paces, his skin is slightly wrinkled and tan, but he has a warm smile as he holds his arms out wide.

“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha-Harkonnen, it is an honor to have you here on Lernaeus. I am Lord Alfor Linneus, and this is my daughter, Y/N.”

He watches as you remove your hood and grace him with your elegant features. He is awestruck as you look up at him, wide doe eyes and such soft features. You are nothing like what he envisioned in his head; you do not cower before him, but rather you smile. It is a genuine smile and he has never seen anything like it before.

“Na-Baron, it is an honor to meet you,” you profess to him.

He is doomed.

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