#alex writes

[ethoslove]

ethubs last life fic from tango's pov

#last life #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #tango tek #alex writes

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon loves you. He adores you. He worships you.

You love Simon. You adore Simon. You worship Simon.

That’s one thing you two have in common.

The other thing is that you two hate your own bodies.

You hate the fat on your belly and the fat of thighs that make every jeans you wear too tight. You hate how slabby your arms are when you wave at someone and wear a t-shirt. You hate the stretch mark on your stomach and under your arms, around your thighs. You hate the little double chin you’ve gotten over the years and can’t get rid off, no matter how hard you try.

Simon on the other hand hates how rough his body is, how firm and hard. He hates the scars all his years in the military had left behind. He hates how there is always a reminder of a bad past, one where you didn’t have a place just yet. He hates how calloused his hands are, from years of punching people or holding weapons. He hates that no matter how hard he tries, he always is a bit too rough, never too much to hurt you, but it’s not easy to relax.

So one of these days, your parents invited you and Simon over for brunch and you agreed to go. But now you’re standing before the full body mirror and stare at the tight shirt you chose to wear, you swore the last time you had it on it wasn’t like this. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you squeeze the pouch of fat on your belly.

That’s when Simon walks inside. He’s dressed casually, jeans and shirt. He looks good, handsome. But as always he hides most of his body behind long sleeves and pants.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers into your head, wrapping his arms around your waist to take your hands away from the small pouch. “You’re gorgeous, sweet, sexy. There are a million words I could say to describe you, but they won’t be enough. You’re perfect, the way you are.” Simon says softly, looking into your eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

You believe him.

Because you might hate yourself but you love Simon.

Simon is the same. He believes you when he stands at the sink and looks at his scarred hands. Those hands aren’t made to love someone, they are made to kill and destroy. Those hands aren’t meant to touch someone as pure as you.

That’s when you walk into the bathroom. You see him, hate and disgust in his blue eyes.

You place your smaller hands on top of his before taking them and placing his hands on your cheeks. Smiling softly.

“Your hands are made to protect, you save not just me but many people. They are gentle and kind. You are gentle and kind. You aren’t a machine that’s made to kill. You are perfect, just as you are.”

And Simon believes you.

Because Simon might hate himself but he loves you.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x you #alex writes #fanfiction #cod mwii

[aritany]

alright, you can have the opening to my current novel. as a treat for all of us

#alex writes #mtik #mtik excerpt #don't have a taglist for this bad boy yet but feel free to ask if you'd like to be tagged in updates for this book!

[alex-rambles]

What would Bill do if he accidentally hurt us? Like it’s during weirdmaggedon or just whenever he got a physical body and he was aiming to use his powers to hurt someone else but they dodge it and it ends up hitting us and it gives us extreme and unbearable pain to the point we scream

-He actually screams himself

-Bill doesn't cuss but now he does

-"OH FUCK! SORRY DOLL, I'M SORRY!"

-Intended victim gets time to escape as he is now focused on you

-"Are you okay? Here, this should help with the pain and let me just heal that up-"

-He's feeling incredibly guilty, really has never felt worse

-He treats you to whatever you want

-Then he finds his intended victim and punishes them five times as hard for "making him" accidentally hurt you

-He is much, much more tentative using his powers around you from then on

#billposting #alex writes #gravity falls x reader #bill cipher x reader

[actual-changeling]

"just say what you mean"

metaphors have meaning, they are meaning, stretched and twined and twisted around the truth at its core.

i am saying what i mean, feelings pulled out of my chest, a red thread dripping blood onto the carpet. my hands, my words, weave it into the fabric of a poem.

it is the ugly truth made beautiful, digestible. no one actually wants to hear what you mean. their shoulders do not know how to carry my thoughts, my pain calcified and ancient.

i say what i mean and no one believes me. i say what i mean and they tell me to use smaller words. to make myself smaller.

less ugly, less sharp, less wounded and scarred.

plainness is bright but just as honest as planting seeds and harvesting poetry. their eyes are not meant to stare at the sun. mine weren't either, but i was never given a choice, so i stared. so i hurt.

i can say what i mean, without flowers, without jagged edges sanded down, without the softening veils they demand.

i was a child. people hurt me. a lot of people hurt me. no one cared and no one helped. i was alone, lonely, and i was in so much pain all i thought about, all i could think about, was how to die.

if you peel back the layers, you will see tears and wounds and pain. you will discover scars. you will hear voices screaming into my ears until they were ringing and i was sure he was going end me right there and then. sometimes i wish he had. it would have saved me a lot of pain.

i say what i mean, and it is too much, too ugly, too distressing. no one wants to hear any of it. no one wants to know which words were thrown at me, how many times hands grabbed my arms and left bruises.

look at the flowers, look at the garden, look at me plucking weeds and planting trees, and tell yourself how good a person you are for being brave enough to open the gate and walk down the path.

come one, turn around and leave. i won't say what i mean again, i promise. i will nod and smile, and you will leave the garden.

once the gate swings shut behind you, i will pick up a shovel and continue digging my grave.

#alex writes #spilled ink #original poetry #cw childhood trauma #cw child abuse #just in case

[aevallare]

Minthy x Halsin for drabble request?

this is not a drabble but that's fine. 497 words.

deluge.

The night after Minthara helps Wisp and her wizard and her band of do-gooders free Reithwin of its curse, it rains. Last Light Inn is long behind them and the dirt beneath their feet turns to mud and when Minthara joined their party, the druid’s tent had become hers, and she stays dry.

He had cited a preference for sleeping outdoors, and Minthara is not one to turn up her nose at luxuries which others are idiotic enough to relinquish. He has not complained once since.

But it rains. And Minthara is not one for empathy, but the druid has proven a formidable ally. To not have him at full strength would be folly.

She pulls the flap to the tent open and seeks him. Her eyes are by far the best in the party under these conditions, and it takes only a quick sweep of the campsite to find him huddled under a tree in his favored bear form.

There’s no chance in the hells that she’s going out in this downpour. With the parasite, she reaches out to him, brute-forcing her way between the folds of his mind. It’s easier to communicate with the others — their tadpoles are naturally receptive — but Minthara’s used hers this way many times on goblins outside of barking distance.

Rest will elude you the whole night long in these conditions.

In the darkness, Minthara sees an ear tilt upward as if that will somehow facilitate his understanding of the voice in his head. Then again, he’s the only one in this camp without a tadpole of his own.

What awaits us in Baldur’s Gate will be no small feat to overcome. Your best is the only condition in which you are of value to the party.

But the druid doesn’t move.

Must I fetch you from the rain myself?

At last, he stands, and Minthara steps back from the open flap into the warmth of the tent once more as his magic glows around him. He’s an elf fully once more when he stands on the threshold, face stern.

“Defile my mind that way again, and you will know the Oak Father’s fury.”

He’s an imposing figure, but Minthara is not in the habit of being intimidated, and certainly not by surface elves. “Don’t be a fool, druid. Much as I, too, am loath to admit it, our journey will be easier if we can coexist. I was not myself when I marched on your grove and I have no interest in poisoning an ally. Be a bear if it sets your mind at ease, but know this — if I wanted you dead, you would be. Your shape would not matter. Accept my grace for what it is.”

His gaze remains stony, but he steps into the tent.

“We are not friends, drow.”

Minthara smirks. “Perish the thought.”

He remains an elf. In the future when the weather is inadequate, he takes his rest in the tent. They stay dry.

#bg3 #minthara baenre #halsin #baldur's gate 3 #prompt fill #fic #mine #alex writes #rarepair april. binch. #asks

[lawonderlandwriter]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Jon Snow, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia), Rhaella Targaryen (Wife of Aerys II), Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Olenna Tyrell, Cersei Lannister Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency Era, Alternate Universe - Bridgerton (TV) Fusion, Daenerys as Daphne, Jon as Simon, NO rape or no-con, Eventual Smut, slowish burn, depends on how long it takes me to write it really, age history and relationship changes for my own convenience, Don't Like Don't Read, Aunt/Nephew Incest, Targaryen incest is still a thing and totally acceptable, copy pasta the Bridgerton script in places, if that's not your thing you don't have to read Summary:

After Daenerys's eldest brother Rhaegar all but ruins her prospects on the marriage market with his constant meddling, her newly minted Duke of Winterfell nephew steps in with an intriguing proposal. All Dany has to do is... not fall head over heels in love with him. And all Jon has to do is the same. Pity for them both things do not go according to plan.

#because I felt like it #jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerys fanfiction #shit I write #Alex writes #Bridgeton AU

[infrequent-creator]

Trapped

Ler : Gojo? Technically

Lee : Yuuji

Summary; Yuuji gets tied up in demon traps by Gojo, just trying to contain him, but little did he know that it would reap a different result.

Word count: 527

Tw: bondage, tickles

<3

“Wakey wakey~” Yuuji stirred slightly at the voice.

“Mmm five more minutes…” he grumbled mostly asleep.

“No can do kid, I gotta talk to you right now.” The boy’s eyes fluttered open to see a very handsome man wearing a blindfold

“H-Huh? Wha.. where.. where am I?”

“Who am I talking to right now? The boy or the beast?”

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? I’m Yuuji Itador! I’m a student at.. hey wait a minute! You’re that guy! You fought that monster with me and then it…” He paused, recalling the memory.

“Then I ate the artifact you were after..”

“Ah so you do remember. Good. That shows you’re still in there somewhere.”

“What do you mehehean?” Yuuji started to giggle at a funny feeling along his sides. He couldn’t place it, but it was making him squirm.

“Why are you laughing, demon?”

“D-Demon? I-I’m nohohohot a demahahan..” The sensation started to tingle up to his ribs, nearing his armpits.

“You fool… this mere toilet paper does nothing to me~” a voice spoke out do nowhere.

“Ah.. so the demon traps are too weak. Strong enough to hold, but not enough to hurt you. Tell me Yuuji, does it tickle? Is that why you’re laughing?” There was a lilt in his voice, making the pink haired boy blush.

That was it! It was ticklish! The sensation finally spread to his armpits causing him to squeal, and wiggle around vigorously.

“P-Plehehehhease mister!! Let me gohohoho—AHAHA!!” Finally the feeling spread to his sensitive hips, making him arch far enough to fall over onto his back.

“Awww, you look like a little pill bug that got flipped on it’s back. Here, watch this..coochie cooo..” The man cooed, his fingers skittering along the slender bones.

“AHAHAHA!! W-WhahAHahat do youhHUHUhu wahahAHAHANT?!” He was losing his mind over the combination of gentle scritches along with the tingly tickling from the possession charms.

“I want to know if you’re violent in there, if that demon could snap and be a danger to us at this moment..” Gojo slowed his skittering and switched to poking at his thighs.

“But you aren’t scary at all are you, little Yuu-chan~” the man teased in a playful tone. The younger one couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up and fell over on his side to avoid the evil pokes. His legs kicking back and forth as the giggles bubbled up his throat.

“IM *hic* NOHOHOT!” A hiccup suddenly came out causing Gojo to stop.

“Interesting, you hiccup when you laugh too much? Adorable..”

“*hic* N-No it’s not!” He tried to defend but the additional hiccups weren’t helping his case.

“Alright then, I’ll go discuss this with the elders. I’ll comeback here and either let you free, or kill you. Sound good?” He smiled brightly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Ohkahay.” He nodded.

“Perfect. You just sit tight, and I’ll be right back.” He stood up, making his way towards the door.

“W-Wahait! The w-wraps still tihihickles!”

“Don’t worry, you’re a tough boy. You can handle it. Byeeee Yuu-chahahan.”

“Plehehease! H-Hurry bahack!” Yuuji lay on his side giggling like a child for the rest of the evening.

THE END

#tickle #tickle community #tickle kink #trash writes #Alex writes #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk yuuji #lee!yuuji #ler!gojo #ticklish!yuuji #Yuuji #itadori yuuji #jjk tickle fic #jjk tickle #tickle fic #jujutsu Kaisen tickle

[areyoudoingthis]

one day ed's gonna do something crazy romantic like breakfast in bed (but better cause he's gonna have lots more practice) and he's gonna pull out a ring and proceed to be so confused when stede starts crying and just keeps going for 10 minutes straight until he can finally get himself to calm down enough to get out a vague explanation about always wanting to marry for love only to then start crying again. and ed will just hold him and let him cry until he feels better and then stede will pounce on him and yell YES 🩷🩷🩷

#hey #hey brain #how about we stop starting fic every other post #there simply aren't enough hours in the day #oh right i have all hiatus never mind #this WILL become a fic someday #alex writes

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

#cod x gn!reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #cod mwii #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod x you #alex writes

[aritany]

ok writers, what’s a line from your writing that makes you start foaming at the mouth?

i’ll start:

#alex writes #iwyw

[alex-rambles]

For personality for someone into cryptid academia, I’d say the reader be almost like dipper but sorta different? Like keeps to themselves, overall loves walking in the woods. And also thinks like ford.

Also here are pictures

Thanks for the info! I like how there was a journal 3 in there lol. I did the Pines + Bill because i wasn't sure which characters you'd want

Gravity Falls characters with a cryptid academia s/o

Dipper

🌲Your aesthetic may actually have been what caught his eye to begin with

🌲He likes it a lot

🌲Would love taking walks in the woods with you, hoping to come across a supernatural sighting or two.

🌲He adores pouring over The Journal™ with you, looking for creatures you should hunt for next

🌲Very happy to find someone who shares his interest in the supernatural and the outdoorsy stuff

Mabel

🌠Supports your interest despite not sharing them

🌠Def enjoys going on hikes and nature walks with you though, and likes to listen to their stories and theories about the supernatural

🌠Even though she might call Dipper a nerd for displaying some similar traits, you're her s/o so that sibling teasing does not apply to you

🌠When you're on walks she gets distracted by cute animals so you'll probably have to either let her stare and try to pet them or attempt to reign her back in

Stanely

💰Bro compares you to Ford constantly

💰Not in a purposefully mean way he just likes to tease you jokingly

💰You may end up developing a friendship with Ford after Stan introduces you to him

💰And then you and Ford continue talking

💰aNd STAN GETS JELOUS BECAUSE YOU'RE SO SIMILAR

💰So he tries to get into that stuff for you

💰And buys you the clothes the match your aesthetic (only the cheap ones ofc. If he doesn't have enough he either shoplifts or steals from Ford)

Ford

✋Like Dipper, your aesthetic probably caught his eye

✋He sees something of a "partner" in you

✋BIG BRAIN DUO

✋He could spend HOURS talking about the supernatural with you

✋You probs find his six fingers thing cool so he feels comfortable around you

✋After all, most people bullied him for it

Bill

👁Bill is the cryptid you were looking for

👁He will explain all about his home dimension to you if you find it intriguing. If it were anyone but you'd he'd give a vague response about "liberation something something," but you're you sooooo

👁You like hiking? He'll make a mindscape hike trail for you to do together

👁During Weirdmaggedon he'll force his henchmaniacs to let you study them

👁He might make one little area of the forest normal so you can hike in the real world and obliterate anything that dares step into the area

👁In the mindscape he likes to try to scare the shit out of you with eldritch-esque creatures, but it doesn't work because a) not real, and b) you want to sTUDY tHE tHING

#gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #bill cipher x reader #ford pines x reader #stanford pines x reader #stan pines x reader #stanely pines x reader #dipper pines x reader #mabel pines x reader #alex writes

[actual-changeling]

i'm good in a crisis.

not calm, but good. calm on the outside, maybe, my face set in stone, my body carved with jagged edges. don't touch me, it says. don't come near me. don't try to stop me.

i was raised on adrenaline and cortisol. i feel at home in fear, with teeth snapping close to my face, with shadows growing and reaching.

home means counting steps on the stairs, listening and knowing, means holding my breath, my tongue, means biting my lips until they bleed so i stay quiet.

good in a crisis—or maybe i simply never knew anything but.

my body disappeared more and more with every year, my mind shrouded in mist, in caressing darkness, until all that remained of me was my fear.

fear is home, fear is me, fear means i am still alive. if you have fear, you have something to lose. it means you haven't lost yet. it means there is purpose to this, somewhere. a meaning to the pain.

i'm good in a crisis.

there is always one, there is always something. my hands quiet, tremors settling as i become cold to the touch, eyes widened, nails digging into my palms. always something. no, always someone.

people scream, panic, hesitate, bargain, lose themselves in anger and denial.

let me tell you a secret: i pity them. no, that's not quite right. i am upset? no—scared. scared for them. i do not understand why they turn in circles, why they freeze and lose, why they stop running. they will catch up with you. the danger will not pass quicker if you put your head into the sand and pray.

trust me, i tried. no one will answer.

norepinephrine floods my body, i taste copper and salt, and i act. sometimes it means freezing. sometimes it means running (run run run and never stop, never look, keep running). sometimes it means gripping your fear and using it as a weapon. collateral damage is unavoidable, my kindness lost along the way; i'm almost sorry.

i'm good in a crisis because it makes me sharp, clears my mind.

danger is children surrounding me, cornering me, and i run and run and run, unable to escape because eventually recess will end. because eventually i will go home and flee to the one place no one can follow.

danger is familiar, cruel steps on the stairs, the creaking wood my only warning sign. it is the colour blue in the mirror, it's voices weaving nightmares, it's a fear of the light but not of the dark.

danger is my feet balancing on a cliff's edge with my eyes closed and nothing to lose.

feel the wind on your face. feel your heartbeat settle. nothing to win, nothing to lose. no one listening but you. there has never been anyone except you. the destruction of the self is only feared when you are still whole.

i'm good in a crisis. i'm always scared.

#alex writes #spilled ink #cw childhood trauma #tw sh implied #just to be safe

[spearxwind]

dark.

Short story based on this prompt!! I'm super proud of how this one turned out :]

There’s hikers in the forest tonight. They must be feeling really brave, camping out here at night, knowing how many people go missing between the firs even in broad daylight. The campfire they’ve lit melts the shadows away from their tents, which are sheltered in a secluded area off the trail and away from open spaces. They know what they’re doing. But that won’t save them.

Adriel has been watching them for a while now. Coiled up on the treetops, thorny scales blended effortlessly into the evergreen, like an extension of the darkness itself. He flicks his tongue out.

> Scent receptors (active). SCANNING… █████████ 100% > Complete. > Full data (dropdown)> > Life forms v [human] = 2 > Chance of success with both of them there: 76.5%; > >>“Not ideal.”

Hunger tugs at him.

> Charge() at 32%. Swarm unstable.

The two people below are deciding on their guard shifts before they call it a night when they notice the fire has started dying down. The silence hanging over the camp is broken by the older of the two. “I’ll go fetch some more firewood” He says, as he gets up from his spot. The snow crunches softly as he steps out of the light cast by the flames, disappearing into the treeline and leaving his younger companion behind. 

> Set (TARGET) {true};

The serpent descends down from the canopy and onto the forest floor, circling the campsite, staying out of reach of the dying light from the fire. 

> Run [CALL] > Warning: Data incomplete. Call fragmented.  > >> “Proceed anyway”

“...go Fetch-tch.. fiRewood” Adriel speaks from somewhere behind the trees, unseen, his own voice replaced by a mimicry of the older one’s. The imitation is incomplete of course, there was only one clear phrase to go off, but it doesn’t matter this time. It does the job. 

The hiker jolts up, obviously startled. Is their companion back already? They don’t see him though. They take a few steps away from the campfire, not quite daring to leave the light.

“Jonah?” The nervousness is palpable in their voice. “Hello?” They call out again. “This really isn’t funny, man…”

Behind them, Adriel gently places a massive mechanical hand on the dying fire, choking its comforting light completely and plunging the area back into darkness. The hiker pulls out their phone in terror, fumbling to turn on its flashlight, quickly finding that its sickly beam can only illuminate a mere few feet around them. The light glints off of the snow as they swing it around frantically… until it falls onto something. 

The white of the snow interrupted by... black. Black scales. The light stops moving, now reflecting off of the eyes of a snake. An impossibly huge, jet black viper, its features seemingly shifting and writhing under the dim light, as if one were looking at a mirage. But it is very much real. Whatever this thing is, it is clearly not a regular animal. It’s something much worse. And it’s staring right at them.

One minute the hiker is frozen in place, the terror of their situation holding them in place and rendering them unable to even speak. And the next they are gone.

The loud crunch that follows is deliberate, obviously. More noticeable than the fire going out, less immediately alarming than a scream. Enough to draw the attention of the one remaining. A trap, set.

And sure enough, “Jonah” makes his way back to camp. With the fire gone, he too is using his phone as a flashlight. Adorable, really.

“Kid? Where’d you go? What happened to the fire?” He’s trying to keep his voice from shaking, just barely succeeding. He sweeps his own weak light over the area, to no avail. There is nothing there. There is no one here.

> Charge() at 62%. Swarm stable.

The mimic calls out from the trees again. With energy no longer being a concern, it could have a little more fun with this one. The imitation is far better this time. 

“Jonah? Hello?”

“....Kaya? Where are you?” The man’s resolve still not too shaken, he keeps advancing through the dark trying to find his companion. Hands trembling almost uncontrollably, he reaches for something on his belt, a dagger, drawn to fight off whatever is surely circling him right now. Pathetic. Time to take it up a notch.

“Hello?” The voice echoes through the trees once more, repeating itself with increasing volume until it’s coming from almost every direction at once, disorienting. 

HELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO

Jonah’s facade breaks instantly. He turns to bolt, and the snake strikes, sinking it’s fangs deep into the man’s shoulder and pinning him against the ground. In response the man slashes wildly at Adriel, panicked, stabbing the dagger deep into the serpent’s eye in an attempt to get it to release him. And it does. It opens its jaws just enough for the hiker to stumble out and flee, scrabbling to get up and leaving the dagger behind. Blood drips onto the snow like a breadcrumb trail as the survivor makes a desperate run for it. 

They always flee deeper into the forest. They think the trees will protect them. They think the darkness will hide them from him. And they are always wrong.

The release, too, was deliberate. Adriel does not need to give chase. The man will not get far.

> Set (INFECTION) {active};

A sudden jolt of pain cuts the man’s sprint short. The virus in him starts to spread at an alarming rate, radiating from the wound and into his veins, painting them black. 

> [INFECTION] at 2%;

Shortness of breath hits him first as the particle buildup blocks his throat and the man falls to his knees, desperately trying to cough it out, to scream, all to no avail as his condition worses exponentially by the second. 

> [INFECTION] at 14%;

He can feel it inside of his head, humming. The particulate congealing into an ink black ooze that starts leaking out of his ears, his nose, his eyes, clogging his lungs. 

> [INFECTION] at 57%;

It surges beneath the skin like worms, and then like snakes, ripping out and back in again, with complete disregard for the host. They tunnel through, avoiding anything immediately lethal, popping the limbs out of their sockets through sheer volume displacement. 

The assault relents when Adriel finds the broken body at the end of the blood trail, still alive, though just barely. He can’t really move anymore, and he probably can’t see either. No more fun to be had, then. 

But he should still be able to hear. It leans close and opens its jaws enough to flash all its teeth, far too many for any one creature to have, hovering just over the hiker. Once more, the companion’s voice rings out, coming unnaturally and glitched from the monster. “This-is reallllly funny.y.y.y” 

The jaws clamp down like a vice.

> Charge() at 99%;

The serpent melts back into the darkness, as if it had always been a part of it. 

#alex writes #adriel #gore #body horror #😳😳😳😳 #i put effort into formatting the post as well i hope its good!!! :D #super excited to share #the hollowridge disaster

[lawonderlandwriter]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Jon Snow, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia), Rhaella Targaryen (Wife of Aerys II), Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Olenna Tyrell, Cersei Lannister Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency Era, Alternate Universe - Bridgerton (TV) Fusion, Daenerys as Daphne, Jon as Simon, NO rape or no-con, Eventual Smut, slowish burn, depends on how long it takes me to write it really, age history and relationship changes for my own convenience, Don't Like Don't Read, Aunt/Nephew Incest, Targaryen incest is still a thing and totally acceptable, copy pasta the Bridgerton script in places, if that's not your thing you don't have to read Summary:

Jon and Dany's ruse gets more complicated than either of them expected as Ser Jorah refuses to be set aside so easily.

#jonerys fanfic #jonerys #Alex writes #shit I write #Alex continues a fic for once #Bridgeton AU #Jonerys Bridgerton AU #Anyone feel like creating a moodboard for this? #I would love you lots if you did