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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 9: "Don't Buy A House Off Craigslist."

Day 9: -The Puppeteer X GN!Reader “Sounds like a you problem.” X “Up Against the Wall Kiss."

-I do not own "The Puppeteer/Jonathan Blake" and do not take credit for him.

-Rating: Viewer discretion is advised !!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide, a fairly detailed kiss scene, and harassment from a stranger.

It's been a couple of months since you moved into this house. The house you now call home. You didn’t get many visitors, and when you wanted to see someone, they’d convince you to go to their house. Even the movers didn’t step foot inside, and most delivery services, if they knew, wouldn’t go further than the front lawn. And it was all because you moved into a house where someone committed suicide.

The day you bought the house, you didn’t even bother to look into its history. Your eyes only saw the unbeatable mortgage and pricing. I mean, of course, you looked at the interior and whatnot, but you thought people stayed away from it due to how long it’d been up. You thought they were scared of vintage houses. But, you were wrong. They didn’t like the house because it was haunted. At least that’s what the locals told you. They swore up and down you’d be running out of that house in no time, but it never came.

You assumed they were trying to have you leave because they despised the new people. Which made sense since they were a very small community of people and didn't have many visitors. And because of everything, you couldn't bring yourself to believe in the ghost. Because you’d been living there for months with nothing ghost-like occurring. And the only scary thing was how many teenagers came around to chant the name "Jonathan Blake". You always have to tell them off. You didn’t know what a sick and twisted high they got out of that. For fucks sake, let the dead be dead. You couldn't imagine how unbearable they'd be on Halloween night. Or maybe they'd leave you alone, believing this would be the height of the haunting.

Last night had been unbelievably rough. You had those kids come back, and you had a nightmare. A dark and gruesome nightmare. A nightmare about the suicide of Jonathan Blake. You felt terrible, but it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control what you dreamed about. Even so, you'd hoped you'd forget it more quickly. You needed to stop talking to the locals so much. They were getting to you. You forced yourself up, feeling the apparent sweat that had formed on your forehead. Your current bedroom was cold as you grudgingly got up. You came into contact with the wooden flooring as you yawned. You changed into some sweats and a shirt. You had no intention of doing anything. It was the weekend, after all. All you wanted to do was binge on scary movies and sleep some more. You walked through the house and you could hear your breath and steps echo. You then made it to the kitchen. The sun was fairly out due to it still being early in the morning. So you didn't need to turn on the light as you made your coffee, eagerly waiting for it to be done.

You stood there for a moment, waiting for your coffee to dispense as the doorbell rang vigorously. The disorienting noise rang throughout the house as it hurt your ears. Your hands jolted as you made your way to the door as fast as you could. You were going to snap if it was those kids again. As you cautiously opened the door, you were met with a pale man with short dark brown locks framing his face. And with that, he was adorning stereotypical mailman's attire, even adding a blue baseball cap on top. He held out a brown package. It must have been something that you ordered a while back.

"I believe this is for you." At first, he didn’t look at you but then turned to you. His face changed after staring at you for an uncomfortable moment. "Oh, good morning," he said cheerfully as he leaned against the doorframe. "I didn't expect to see an angel." his teeth were whiter than him. You’ve never heard someone unironically use such an internet pickup line. "Um, thanks for the package," you said as you slowly shut the door in his face as he took the privilege of forcing it back open. "You know, it’s pretty rude to do that, but I'll let it slide." he looked at you for way too long, making sure to take you all in as you gave him a vile side-eye. The man stepped a foot into your house as you stared at him harshly. You didn’t know how many hints you had to give this man before; you’d have to slap him. You could feel yourself cringe. You would've preferred the angsty teens over this any day. He then took a step into your house as you backed away. "What are you doing?" you asked him as he tried to make his way into your house. "I'm making sure the package is delivered," he reassured. You could right-hook this man. He wasn't much taller than you. You could tear him apart. You told yourself. You weren't going to be the next death in this house. He then made his way completely into the house. He was making you uncomfortable, and you didn’t know what to do. You had to put your foot down.

"Hey, I’m not into you like that and I also don't feel comfortable with this, so please get out of my house." you were about to snap out on this man. He frowned harshly, his face tense a good amount. "I'm just doing my job, so why are you like that?" he raised his tone and acted as if he was in the right. This guy had the nerve to intrude into your house and then say that. You cussed him out. "It's my house and because you're fucking weird," you told the mailman, as he was taken aback for a second. "Oh, you're with that emo over there?' 'Is that why you won't give me a chance?" he asked, squinting in your living room. Who was he talking about? It was just you and you alone in that house. You had no roommate or partner. You knew right then that this guy was mental and you needed him out. You were going to go call the cops on the man as he started to cuss at whatever was behind you.

"Who?-" you stuttered as you heard loud footsteps marching their way toward the both of you. You heard them right behind you as they got closer to you. You felt a sudden cold surge go right through you as there was now a solid figure right in front of you. Someone just walked through you completely, and you could still feel their touch. You could still feel the shivers that had run up your spine. The feeling was so ethereal but so unnatural, yet you wanted to feel it again. "Boo." The figure tilted his head as the mailman screamed violently. He fell to the floor as the figure towered above him. "Jonathan Blake?" he whispered as he picked himself up and ran out the door. The mailman screamed "Puppeteer" as he stuttered. He managed to cuss the both of you out as he ran for his truck. As soon as it was just you and the spirit. You could feel yourself swallowing. Fear injected itself into your system, but you couldn't manage to run. You were enchanted by whatever that past feeling was and now by the unhuman man in front of you.

The figure wore a gray beanie on top of his jet-black hair. His skin was an irregular gray, but that wasn’t the most out-of-place thing. It was his glowing yellow eyes. His golden eyes radiated toward your normal ones. He had no pupils or whites. It was all yellow. You couldn't stop staring in awe. You should have been terrified, and you were, but your fascination with him had overcome your fear. "Boo," he muttered again, getting even closer to your face. You could tell he didn't have his shoes on the ground. Instead, he was floating a couple of inches off of the hardwood floor. He looked into your eyes, tilting his head. He appeared to be questioning you more than you were questioning him. You didn't move or run. You just couldn't. You were mesmerized by him. And even so, you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You didn't even feel like you were there. You were just lost in his gaze as sweat fell to the floor. "Interesting," he said, raising his eyebrows as he put himself back onto the ground. You could feel his gaze burn into your trembling frame. He was still taller than you. It didn't even make a difference if he was in the air or not. He still stood strong. The room only seemed to get colder with him in it. You could smell coffee coming from the kitchen as you looked at the transparent man in front of you.

"There's an actual ghost in my house." the words came out shaky as you felt your lips tremble violently. "Sounds like a you problem." he stood strong in front of you. You reached out to his torso. You wanted to know if he was real. If he was a ghost or if you were going insane. You didn't know what this would solve, but you were going to try it anyway. You placed your hand on his chest, pushing it against it. Your hand didn’t go through. You could feel a chill run up your fingertips on contact. "You can’t just do that." he grabbed your wrist harshly as you attempted to pull back. But his hold was just too strong. A million thoughts were running through your mind, but you couldn’t seem to organize one of them. "Huh?" you wanted to say so much more. Was he a ghost or not? He made no sense. He felt solid, but seconds ago he walked straight through you. And seconds ago, he was floating. You had so many questions and yet no answer. For example, why did the guy who committed suicide, Jonathan Blake, go emo?

"Yes, I’m real, and yes I'm a spirit," he answered two of your questions as his hold on you went away, but his hand was still very much gripping onto you. He quickly slipped his hand through your arm to demonstrate it to you. In the legend, the people spoke of Jonathan Blake. They said he’d drive you to suicide just like the world did to him. They said he was violent. They said he would string you up and take your organs out one by one. But, here he was playing into your antics. He even saved you from that bitch of a mailman. Was he just playing with his food? You didn't know if you would be able to answer that. You were way too deep in the cold, soft feelings that he brought you. And every time you felt his hand phase, it was pure ecstasy. "I was hoping to make my appearance later, but, you know." he exhaled, waiting for you to relax and get over the initial hype of seeing a dead person.

Even with all of this. He was still a rumored spirit that fed off of suicide, and you weren't ready for it. You didn't want him to do that to you. You liked whatever was going on currently. You wanted to be his friend. "I don't want to die." your eyes widened softly as you gazed at him. You didn't want him to drag you into that dark place. You had a prime question in mind. One that stuck out. Was he gonna end you today or was he going to take his sweet time with you? He chuckled and even laughed at your misery. "Oh, I love hearing that line’ ‘But, I’m not going to hurt you.’ ``Only cause you to live here, and it's making it easier to find people," he told you blankly, but you didn’t believe him. He wasn't actually going to leave you alone. You weren't going to be the one he chose to spare. You didn't even notice your hands violently shaking. You were so confused. You had way too many emotions coming at you at once. You were getting stressed and overwhelmed. It was too much for you. You could feel yourself hyperventilating as your vision went dizzy. Your legs turned to jelly as you started to wobble backward. You didn’t know what to say or do. You fell against the wall. The puppeteer quickly made his way to you.

As you backed even further into the wall, he pressed his hands on either side of your frame. "Shouldn’t have bought a house off Craigslist." he tilted his head down to you. He was much larger than you. He practically caged you, and the worst part was he didn’t even have to try. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as they ran down your face effortlessly. "Hey, it's okay." his yellow mouth laughed as he brought you in for a hug. He was alarmingly cold but still alluring. He probably didn't even know he was pulling at your heartstrings. You knew he wasn’t actually trying to comfort you, but it felt like he was. He wasn’t even trying to lie, but he already had you falling for it. He was being so sadistic toward you, but you couldn't help but completely indulge. Was he just capable of manipulating your feelings, or were you just like that? Were you playing checkers while he was playing chess?

But, for some reason, it felt good to be special. It felt good to be the only one excluded from his murder. It felt good to be the only one he had mercy on. But knowing how you were feeling about it made it so much worse. You liked being special to him. Even if he was lying to you. But, even with all of this, he had your mind spinning. You hated that you could even feel that for someone like him. You could feel the tinge of disgust coursing through you. You didn't understand why he wasn't trying to kill you. You didn't want to be excluded, but, at the end of the day, you had no choice. It wasn't up to you, was it? He grabbed your tear-stained face, wiping away your tears with his freezing hands. You could feel yourself involuntarily embracing him. It felt so good, but it was terrible. He still had a grin even after his fingers were stained with your tears.

He placed one of his digits that had been immersed in your tears and licked it. His finger popped out of his mouth as he smiled at you, taking your expression all in. He thrived in sorrow, and you were directly giving it to him. You could feel your stomach coil as red dusted your face. You wanted to listen to your impulsive thoughts. You wanted to run with it. You felt fluttering in your stomach. According to his legend, the only thing he could sense was depression. He probably didn’t know what you were about to do. But you did. This was going to get you killed.

"Now back to the deadly ghost in my house shock era," he muttered, expecting you to go back to freaking out. But you didn’t. Instead, you made sure he was in his solid state as you pulled him in by the collar and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His golden smile immensely went away in pure shock. As his cold lips come into contact with your warm ones. For the second you two were connected, you swore you would have felt a faint shock. His lips were rough and harsh against your soft ones. You remembered the details by looking at his face. He stood still, mouth agape.

"I- I didn’t think that was a part of being scared of a spirit." he froze in place, blinking at you while tilting his head. You could see his gray cheeks had a darker gray sprinkled on them. He came back to you, pressing you back against the wall. He was much more curious than before. Maybe it was because you two were at vastly different temperatures. But, you wanted more, and you could sense he wanted more too by the way he stared at you. You didn’t know how to describe it other than with a hungry gaze. He dipped down again, about to connect your lips. You two heard blaring police sirens again. As soon as you turned to find the source and turned back, he vanished. After that morning, you were never alone. After that morning you had a poltergeist boyfriend. And now no one has ever fucked with you again after the mailman ran into town screaming that he’d seen him.

#day9 #fictober #fluffober #creepypasta #puppeteer x reader #puppeteer x you #puppeteer x y/n #jonathan blake x reader #jonathan blake x you #jonathan blake x y/n #fluffober2022 #alt4

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sylvanfreckles · 1 year

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(Day 22/Alt 4: Experimentation)

The Ruby Vanguard strike just outside of Bassuras, separating Bell's Hells. Some are captured, some feared dead, all facing an unknown fate. Good thing they have friends in high places.

Back for chapter 3 of 4!

Just a little dip into Chetney's side of things, before the gang gets back together and we see the epic conclusion of this tale!

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday22 #alt4 #experimentation #descriptions of torture #torture #hurt/comfort #critical role #campaign 3 #bell's hells #fanfic #chetney pock o'pea #laudna #fresh cut grass #planerider ryn #this chapter's kinda phoned in #sorry #i just want to finish this

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nerdyduckrants · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Characters: Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks Additional Tags: I Will Go Down With This Ship, Canon Compliant, Post-Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Romantic Fluff, One Shot, Remadora, Flufftober2022 - Freeform, True Love's Kiss Summary:

Post the hospital scene in Half Blood Prince, Remus and Tonks finally have the talk about their relationship.

Hey! I finally finished something! Of course it’s remadora :) It’s inspired by a @whumptember prompt but also goes to @flufftober, yay!

#remadora #remus lupin #remus x nymphadora #remus x tonks #lupin x tonks #tonks #fanfic #fanfiction #whumptember #whumptember2022 #day9 I don't want to do this anymore #fluff #flufftober #flufftober2022 #alt4 #harry potter #wizardingworld

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kosi-annec · 2 years

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PRIDE PROMPT: Baking and Candles

Snapping her fingers, a few sparks fly out as a small flame appears at the tip of her finger. She extends her hand towards the unlit candles beside her, all seven lined up, and swipes her finger across the top of them, setting alight each candle smoothly.

The woman looks to be around her mid 30ths, wearing a simple tank top underneath her pastel yellow apron, with her caramel hair tied into a low bun. She shakes her hand to put out the fire on her finger and watches as the intricate carvings on the candles glow, starting from the top and spreading downwards. She smiles as she senses the magic flow through the carvings and gives life to the inanimate objects.

They start to glow brighter and hotter, to the point that it melts the wax. The candles slowly take shape as they melt, taking the form of small wax humanoids, the candle flame burning on top of their heads. The carvings disappeared once the process was complete.

“Hello, little guys!” She smiled at her small creations, giggling a little when they responded in different ways; some waved while some jumped, all very excited with how the flames on their head burned brighter. “Now, mind helping me a little with this?” She gestured over to her kitchen countertop, the essentials needed to bake the cupcakes were already laid out.

All seven waxlings (what? It’s cute) either nodded or saluted to her words, moving towards the baking set up with their tiny legs. These little guys are always so cute, she thought. She moved over to finally start making those cupcakes.

Time passed as the witch and her little helpers baked. They were almost done with the cupcakes, all she needed to do now was frost the baked goods, maybe add some toppings, and she’d be all done.

“Mom?” The mother turns away from the countertop to face her little girl, who’s peeking her adorable head inside the kitchen. “Are you making cupcakes?” Sirisha’s eyes practically sparkle at the idea of there being cupcakes, always the sweet tooth.

“Yes, your favorite ones, actually.” She said, gesturing over to the unfrosted cupcakes. “In fact, I was just about to do the frosting,” she grabbed two piping bags, outstretching one of them to her daughter, “would you care to help?”

Sirisha didn’t have to be told twice. She beamed at the invitation and rushed over, taking the plastic bag—the one with the pink frosting—and made her way to frost the bare cupcakes. The other chuckled a bit at her daughter’s excitement and moved to help with the frosting.

The waxlings also tried helping too. Unfortunately, they were too small to lift the bags over the cupcakes, so they just left the humans to do the frosting as they played around with each other.

#pride month #pridewrite2022 #pridewrite #pw4 #pw alt4 #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #god i am so late #my ocs #writers of tumblr #lit vomit

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pridewrite · 2 years

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Entries in Our Ao3 Collection: Week 1

Some of you have been posting your entries staight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 1 of Pridewrite!

Day 1: Farm and Cottage

After the Chorn by WhyUsWriteUs pw1, Starkid's Firebringer

Day 1 - Farm by Allura_Writes pw1, Undertale

i found something in the woods by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw1, Star Wars/Clone Wars (nsfw)

Minecraft Farm by thecatboyfriend pw1, Homestuck

The Cottage by NicNack4U pw alt1, Supernatural

The Man in the Barn by ughdotcom pw1, Supernatural

Day 1 - Farm by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw1, Watch Over Me

The First Step To Recovery by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw1, pw alt1, Hannibal

Day 2: Plaid and Cuffed Jeans

Cas in Plaid by ughdotcom pw2, Supernatural

gone plaid about you by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw2, Star Wars

Quit Staring, Kambe by kosi_AnneC pw2, pw alt2, Balance: Unlimited

Day 2 - Plaid by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw2, The Owl House

Harmless by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw2, pw alt2, Hannibal

Day 3: Queer Euphoria and Queer Longing

Day 3 - Queer Longing by Allura_Writes pw alt3, Undertale

Kalaedoscope Snapshots by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw3, TMNT (nsfw)

More Than Friends by NicNack4U pw3, pw alt3, Hey Arnold

Pride by ughdotcom pw3, Our Flag Means Death

Day 3 - Queer Longing by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt3, The Mad Ones (character death)

Try it Wills Way by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw3, pw alt3, Hannibal

Day 4: Baking and Candles

Adventures in Baking by ughdotcom pw4, Doctor Who

Baking (a failure before it even began) by Allura_Writes pw4, Undertale

(not) easy being green by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw4, TMNT (dysphoria, recreational drug use)

Peace When You Are Done by NicNack4U pw4, pw alt4, Supernatural

Day 4 - Baking by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw4, The Owl House

Feels Like Falling In Love by Samunderthelights pw4, pw10, Harry Potter

Hannibal’s New Mission by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw4, pw alt4, Hannibal

Day 5: Occult and Cryptids

Bringing Her Back by ughdotcom pw5, Supernatural

Creepy Girls, You're Just My Style by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw5, Bloody Mary (referenced self harm, gore)

Cryptids and Kisses by NicNack4U pw alt5, Original Work

Order Of Nature by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw5, pw alt5, Hannibal

Day 6: Unicorn and Nature

got a taste for the cherry, i just need to take a bite by This_world_ of_beautiful_ monsters pw6, TMNT

The Unicorn by ughdotcom pw6, Harry Potter

Unicorns and Nature by NicNack4U pw6, pw alt6, Harry Potter

Walk through nightmares and nature by Fandom_Life_ Corrupted_Me pw6, pw alt6, Hannibal

Day 7: Gender Envy and Role Model(s)

My Role Models by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw alt7, TMNT

Role Models by ughdotcom pw alt7, Pacific Rim

You Need To Calm Down by NicNack4U pw7, pw alt7, Hey Arnold!

Day 7 - Role Models by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt7, The Tea Dragon Society

Chiyoh: A Retrospective by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw7, pw alt7, Hannibal

Day 8: Parade and The First Night

Parade & The First Night by NicNack4U pw8, pw alt8, multifandom

Pride and Journalism by ughdotcom pw8, Hamlet (Shakespeare)

there's something inside you, it's hard to explain (they're talking about you, but you're still the same) by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw alt8, Star Wars/Clone Wars

Day 8 - The First Night by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt 8, The Marvels

Don't Be a Drag, Just Be a Queen by NicNack4U pw8, pw alt8, multifandom

Coming Out is Hard by Wolfsbanesparks pw8, pw25, pw alt28, pw29, Shazam!

Unspecified Day

The Magic Door by NicNack4U original work, unspecified prompt

Full Month

On Wings of Pride by AiyexAyen full month, Word of Honor

Wonder's Pridewrite Submissions by Wonderlandian_Geek full month, multifandom

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daydreamidea · 2 years

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Candles

Thin streams of smoke seemed like no issue in Helena’s initial planning for the night, the idea being that candles would be a more sensual option for her and Devens night in. One candle was not all she had used however, and soon enough she wound up cursing herself out and trying to open every window she could and pulling down fire alarms which blared away. She was pulling out the last of the batteries when she heard the clicking of the front door opening, looking down the hall at Deven already snuffing out some candles.

“Dev don’t worry! I’ve got everything under control! You just settle down and wait a minute?”

“At this rate you’re burning the place down, I’m helping.” Deven finished blowing out, pinching the wicks, and otherwise killing the candles he came upon. Helena noticed as he came fully into their home that he looked strangely… wet? His hair usually stayed in place the whole day with the product he wore, slicked back and ombre blonde. His make up didn’t appear to have run, but looked far duller than normal, and the top of his shirt was unbuttoned, which was normal, but seemed less so out of preference and out of annoyance.

They both walked together through the house dousing the little flames before coming to their bedroom, which clearly was meant to be the epicenter of romance, but was mostly a flickering, slightly smoky, very waxy mess. The curtains had been pulled shut, but in the clearing measures the whole window was opened, a portion of the candles having gone out on their own already. “Why did you come back so early?” Helena spoke while walking the unequally lit room, “I was hoping to fix this disaster before you got back. It was supposed to be really romantic you know?”

“Believe me when I say there is nothing I would have enjoyed less in this moment than a candle lit home.” Deven pulled Helena into his chest, and she could feel the strange wetness in full. He wasn’t drenched but certainly not just sprinkled on.

“Hun why are you back so early?”

“Someone was smoking in the bathroom and set all the sprinklers and fire alarms off.”

“Oh Dev! Do you want to get changed and cleaned up or-“

“No. No, I just want to spend some quiet time with my fiancé. And honestly that is all I want, just a quiet rest of the day. Sorry if I seemed pissed off with you, but I’m just burnt out after what happened at the store and,” Deven kissed Her on the cheek. “The perfect way to recover would be getting every fire hazard in our home cleaned up.”

Helena shook her head and gave him a kiss herself. Over the next hour all of the tea lights, scented candles, and cheap little things were placed either into the trash or safely packed away in their new candle drawer. Helena’s prayer candles made their way back to their designated places, and though the evening was far less steamy than expected, or should one say smoky, Helena was still able to get in a lovely and relaxing day with her fiancé. Deven never managed to buy any of their groceries that day, but it only served as an excuse for them to go together the next morning.

#pridewrite2022 #pride month #ocs #th1 #pw alt4 #OC Helena #OC Deven #bi characters #trans character

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years

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Finnick woke to the feeling of fingers running through his hair, gently tugging on small knots and picking out what felt like pieces of debris. A voice was coming from his left, humming a rather familiar tune — some sort of mining song you had told him once that was common in the mines. It was so remnant of the short moments the two of you had been able to carve out together that it took a few extra seconds before he remembered you were dead and shouldn’t be able to comfort him awake.

When his eyes popped open, you were the first thing he could see — you hair long again, haloed with the harsh medical lights, a small smile lingering in the corners of your mouth, still so used to having something to smile about. Finnick was frozen in disbelief. The last time he had saw you, it was because the Capital had design and hung larger, overwhelming banners of you, depicting your life for the word too. They were even kind enough to show the last moments of your life, killed crossing the street.

Unwittingly, tears were forming in his eyes. Finnick was glad to see you of course but the thought that he had failed kept running through his mind. After everything they had put him through, Finnick craved the ability to choose and he had chosen to help the Rebellion. To know that he had failed, that he had been killed before he could really do anything that felt concrete…

“Why the tears, pearl?” He kept his eyes on the ceiling but you moved so that you could lean over him. “Pearl? Does anything hurt? Do I need to call the medic?”

He just shook his head. He didn’t know.

“You did it, pearl. You made it out. Now it’s time to help us make it burn,” you had lowered your voice to a whisper, still carefully leaning over him. He was distracted by the scent of you, your hair brushing against his face. Then your words registered in his brain.

“Are we not dead?” The grip you had on his tightened fast and sent a sense of dread sweeping through him.

The grimace on your face did not inspire confidence.

@summer-of-whump

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systemuserboxes · 1 month

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[alt1; userbox reads "this system doesn't force source separation"]

[alt2; userbox reads "this system doesn't force source separation"]

[alt3; userbox reads "this system doesn't force source separation"]

[alt4; userbox reads "this system doesn't force source separation"]

#anti nontraumagenic #did system #non traumagenic dni #system #anti endo #did #endos dni #system stuff #userboxes

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exo-dus404 · 2 months

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Basic info:

Hello, and WELCOME!! you can call me Exodus :D

I receive too many notifications here every day so if I missed anything, please just tag me again:D

I’m a huge fan of anything mechanical/artificial intelligence coded.

I have a pretty polarized preference for colors in art: Very vibrant colors vs. grey scale/pale colors. Personally I switch my style between these two depending on the topic and my mood.

I’m a Engineering major and I love combining my interests in those fields with my passion. I have a deep passion for Astronomy, Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Philosophy, and basically anything science-related.

My obsessions: futuristic aesthetics, urban tech-wear, weirdcore/dreamcore, liminal spaces, horror, analog horror, wasteland aesthetic, religion aesthetic, body horror, eldritch horror, nostalgia futuristic aesthetic, machine gore, etc. I LOVE ANYTHING ABOUT BIRDS.

My fandoms:

Transformers

I’m a huge decepticon fan, and I like to explore religion themes in my designs/lores. My AU: The Carcer Institute, which focuses on sg universe’s Primus and the thirteen primes. This au is co-owned by me and Mitsuhone. You can find most of my TF stuff on my old acc: @exodus404

Rainworld

I’m currently working on my AU: Project Triple Affirmation. This AU is a combined effort of me and 200~ friends. You can find most arts on my Twitter acc.

Hazbin Hotel

I LOVE VOX. THATS ALL.

Marikin online 4

I LOVE GOU KIRIMI AND JERALDY I SHIP THEM SO HARD.

My tags:

#Project Tripple Affirmation (my running rw au)

#三重肯定AU (same tag but in Chinese)

#Apoclypse Institute (rw au)

#天启研究所（same tag but in Chinese)

#rw oc (my ocs)

#asks (ask blogs)

Triple Affirmation AU:(still wip, everything mentioned was posted on my other acc and I’m moving them here)

General info:

Project Triple Affirmation

AU logos

Logo animations: [DF] [RT] [TR]

DATURA Animation Meme

Psycho Animation Meme

Honey I’m Home Animation Meme

Flip (Glass Animals) Animation Meme

《Eternity》 (comic)

RPG Game

NSH weapon display gif

FP weapon display gif

LTTM/NSH gif

《Fondness》（fanfic)

《Daily Routine》（fanfic）

《Origami Butterfly》（fanfic）

【Unknown data log】（fanfic/project document)

Key events:

Chapter 1: The beginning

Chapter 2:

The Eclipse Incident

Lazarous’ sins

Characters:

Rising Tides iterators:

LTTM old new Alt1 Alt2 Alt3 Alt4 Alt5

FP old new Alt1 Alt2 Alt3 Alt4 Alt5

NSH old new Alt

SRS old new Alt1 Alt2

GW new Alt

UI new Alt

Distant Frontier iterators:

SOS/EOC

Animals:

Rivulet

Spearmaster

Artificer

Hunter

Scavenger King

Ocs:

Silver Silence（银色缄默）

Foreboding Turmoil（暴乱先兆）

Spire of Iniquity（尖塔阴霾）

Data Expunged（数据删除）

Scorching Daylight（焚天白昼）

To Fathom Abyss（度量深渊）

Apocalypse Institute AU (wip) :

General info:

Apocalypse Institute AU Summarization

Logo

Characters:

The Doctor/The Commandant

SRS

LTTM

SOS

Dirac’s Sea (AU) (still wip):

General info:

Dirac’s Sea AU summarization

Logo

Characters:

SRS/The Manager

LTTM (deactivated)

NSH/The Scientist

SOS

#rain world #rw au #project triple affirmation #三重肯定au #transformers #marikinonline4 #hazbin hotel

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cathchicken · 1 year

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Sorry for a lack of content. I’ve been working very hard every day on completing my final for my main art class, and it has been grueling. (Not to count in the factors of a recent annoying eye infection and my uterus self alt4-ing)

But I will be back!! Hopefully after this weekend. Have a little look at my sculpture. This plastalina bird is my son now

#irl stuff #plans #update

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baubeautyandthegeek · 1 year

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Awaiting Rescue - Jack Sloane/Hollis Mann

A/N: Written for @whumpuary Alt 4. Hollis rescues Jack from torture.

The sounds of torture become a daily thing for Jack. She waits, she prays and she hurts. The torture keeps her on edge, always on edge, even as she refuses to talk, refuses to do anything that will help her captors. Her men die, all but one, and she flinches from his touch. The whippings bite, she screams, she cries and she refuses to give them anything else they want. Later she will let the woman in the camp clean her back, try to help her stay free of infection, but she’s still exhausted. Then, finally, she’s saved. Hollis, who finds her, is gentle. Warm and kind. She still flinches, her body healing faster than her mind, but Hollis’ tenderness helps a little. She survives, she learns to live again and she begins, slowly, to find hope.

#ncis #hollis mann #jack sloane #hollis/jack #jack/hollis #whumpuary 2023 #whumpuary #whumpuary alt4

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shade-pup-cub · 5 months

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This is more fun than I thought it would be! The Chain is never safe when my I'm writing.

Febuwhump promp plans (Don't hate on how much I'm putting Malon through!)

D1) ALT4 Human Weapon: Wolfie

D2) Solitary Confinement: Time/Fierce Deity

D3) "Bite Down On This": Twi, Wars & Hyrule

D4) Obedience: Wild & Dark (TBC D16)

D5) Rope Burns: Legend(Mer)

D6) "You Lied To Me": Time & Malon

D7) Suffering In Silence: Legend

D8) ALT1 Human Shield: Wind & Wars

D9) Bees: Wind

10) Killing In Self Defence: Malon & Time (TBC D13)

11) Time Loop: Time, Twi & Wild (TBC D22)

12) Semi-Conscious: Sky, Wars & Wind

13) "You Weren't Suppose To Get Hurt": Malon & Time

14) Blood-Stained Tiles: Link & Mask

15) "Who did this to you?": Four & Hyrule

16) Came Back Wrong: Wild & Chain

17) ALT9 Lightning Strike: Sky & Chain

18) Too Weak To Move: Four

19) "Please Don't": Twi, Time, Shade & Chain

20) Truth Serum: Sky & Chain

21) Unresponsive: Legend & Hyrule

22) ALT7 Last Words: Wild, Time & Twi

23) Presumed Dead: Wild

24) "I'm Doing This Because I Care": Mask & Link Time & Wars

25) Waterboarding: Sky

26) "Help Them": Time/Fierce Deity

27) Left For Dead: Wolfie

28) "No... Not Like This": Sky, Sun & Chain

29) Not Allowed To Die: Time & Twi

#ao3 writer #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #it's almost here

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sylvanfreckles · 1 year

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Day 11: Accidental Injury (Alt 4)

Part 11 of Deck the Hells

Fandom: Critical Role Rating: T Warnings: Broken bones

Summary: Her arm twisted over the rim of the well and something gave with a terrible crack. (Read on AO3)

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Imogen wrapped the rope more securely around her forearm and braced her feet against the side of the well. She told herself she had the easy part—she was just holding the (admittedly heavy) bucket. Ashton, on the other side of the well, was supporting Orym’s weight as the halfling scraped up samples of moss and fungi that were growing on the walls of the well and loading them into the bucket.

Their contact in Yios was always willing to pay good money for any samples they could take from the dilapidated structures in and around the Gloomed Jungles. The elderly orc, who reminded them all of Lord Eshteross, just a little bit, had expressed a particular interest in moss and fungi, which was why Orym was sixteen feet down the well scraping weird purple mushrooms off the crumbling stonework.

“Doing okay down there?” she called mentally. They still had a few more minutes of contact left, so his reply came easily.

“Plenty of the purple stuff,” Orym said in her head. “Stonework down here is pretty loose. I can get some soil, too.”

“Ask him if he’s found any bones,” Ashton called. They shrugged when Imogen shot them a look. “Creepy abandoned well in a creepy abandoned settlement…there’s probably bones.”

“Damnit.” Orym’s voice echoed up in her head. “Tell Ash the rope’s stuck.”

“He says the rope’s stuck,” Imogen repeated. When Ashton shot her a look she shrugged back.

Ashton let out a dramatic sigh and tugged on the rope. Their brow creased in a frown when it didn’t budge, and they tugged again.

“Hang on, it’s caught on a cross beam. Tell them to hold on.”

“Ashton?” Imogen raised her voice to be heard over their muttered cursing. “Now Orym says—”

“Got it!” Ashton gave another vicious pull and the rope snapped free. Imogen heard Orym’s muted cry of shock before a heavy weight suddenly wrenched at her arm.

She yelped as she was tugged toward the well, managing to drop to her knees before she could be pulled into it. Her arm twisted over the rim of the well and something gave with a terrible crack. Pain sparked through her vision, her stomach clenched, and the rope slipped through her numb fingers.

“Fuck it all!” Ashton was already by her side, leaning over her to snag the rope before it could slip away. “You good?” they asked, hand on her back.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” Imogen stammered. Her arm was pulsing, twisting in red-hot pain.

Ashton swore. They looped one arm around her waist and half-turned to move her away from the well so they could focus on hauling Orym out. “Letters! We got a problem!”

Imogen curled around her arm, panting into the faded grass. Something was terribly, horribly wrong. Bruises were already blossoming up and down her forearm, and her thumb stuck out at a weird angle. From elbow to fingertip everything was just agony, and if she tried to move the pain spiked all the way to her shoulder.

“Oh dear! Oh, Imogen!” The creak of metal announced Fresh Cut Grass’s arrival at her side. “Oh, your poor arm.”

“Can you,” she gasped. “Can you…heal it?”

“I’ll try. Can I see?”

She nodded, though she couldn’t hold back a cry of pain when they very gently probed at the disfigured joint. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ashton pulling Orym out of the well, along with the bucket.

She knew what had happened. When his rope snapped, Orym had grabbed onto the bucket rather than risk the fall to the unknown depths of the well.

That didn’t make her arm any less broken.

“I can heal this, but I need to set it first,” Fresh Cut Grass announced. “Want me to get Laudna?”

Imogen shook her head, not wanting to trouble her friend with this, but Launda was already running toward them.

“What happened?” Laudna demanded. She sat down and gently pulled Imogen’s head into her lap. “Who did this?”

“I think it was an accident,” Fresh Cut Grass began.

“I don’t care! Who hurt you, darling?” Laudna leaned over Imogen, her dark hair hiding their faces from the world around them.

Imogen managed a trembling smile and brushed Laudna’s cheek with the fingers of her good hand. “It really was an accident,” she promised. Then FCG touched something on her wrist, and she groaned as pain lanced up to her shoulder and turned her face toward Laudna, away from her mangled arm.

“My poor girl,” Laudna crooned. She gently ran her fingers through Imogen’s hair, curling around her to keep her steady as Fresh Cut Grass prodded at her injury. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix your arm up in no time.”

“I’m gonna need—Ashton!” Fresh Cut Grass leaned away from them to wave down their friend. “I need your help?”

Imogen whimpered and burrowed closer to Laudna. The pain was setting off that migraine that always seemed to wait at the back of her mind, looking for the right moment to be unleashed. She barely heard them talking—something about Ashton setting her arm while FCG cast the spell—and tried to focus on Laudna’s soothing voice.

“I’m so sorry,” Orym said from somewhere nearby. Imogen didn’t want to look up, but she reached out with her good hand and flailed around until the halfling caught it.

“Just an accident,” she choked out.

“Yeah, but…”

“If you don’t accept her forgiveness, you’ll never have mine,” Laudna announced. Imogen had to smile at her friend’s logic. If Imogen was determined to forgive whoever caused the accident, then in Laudna’s book they should count themselves forgiven and be grateful.

“Mostly that bucket,” Imogen added faintly. “Weighs…more than you.”

“Yeah, probably,” Orym agreed. He squeezed her hand gently before shifting it back to Laudna’s.

The crunch of footsteps signaled Ashton’s return. “Okay, we ready for this?” they asked, crouching down and resting a hand on Imogen’s good shoulder. She nodded as Laudna took her hand and tucked her head against Laudna’s side.

Ashton took hold of her arm at the elbow and wrist and Imogen bit back another moan of pain. Then they shifted and pulled and twisted and for a split-second the world was nothing but blinding, white pain…then the warmth of a healing spell flowed over and into her arm and washed the pain away.

She lay panting in Laudna’s lap as Fresh Cut Grass gently manipulated her arm and shunted a little more healing into it. “Thank you, FCG,” she whispered.

“You should probably rest it the rest of the day,” they replied. “Here, let me get you something to wrap it up in.”

She nodded, though they didn’t see it as they were already off on their errand. Imogen let out a sigh and relaxed as Laudna ran a hand through her hair again. “Can I just stay here for a while?”

“Of course, darling,” Laudna replied. “Whatever you want.”

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember day11 #whumpember alt4 #accidental injury #alt.4 #critical role #campaign 3 #bell's hells #broken bones #imogen temault #ashton greymoore #orym #fresh cut grass #laudna #laudna says accepting forgiveness is part of apologizing #and don't you forget it

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